The ivy climbs, the wall turns warm,
It bends before your shining form.
The dark forgets its ancient call,
And yields its crown to you withal.

The roses hush, the moon delays,
It lingers in your tender gaze.
Each star dissolves, each silence grows,
To guard the truth your beauty shows.

The stones recall forgotten song,
They hum the tune they held so long.
Yet all is changed, remade, complete,
Beneath the hush around your feet.