The stones once bare are warm again,
They glow beyond the reach of pain.
Their silence fades, their stillness dies,
When beauty brightens midnight skies.

The ivy climbs, the world grows still,
It bends before your gentle will.
The dusk forgets its shadowed call,
And beauty shines above it all.

The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their shine to mark your way.
The night turns soft, the heavens fall,
To crown your glow above them all.