The roses hush, the night holds near,
It trembles just to keep you here.
The winds obey, the stars remain,
To guard your glow in soft refrain.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows warm,
It bows before your shining form.
The shadows fade, the silence dies,
When beauty brightens midnight skies.

The roses hush, the stars descend,
They ache to see where beauty bends.
The night itself forgets its song,
For you have led it all along.