The ivy sways, the twilight bends,
It hums the song that never ends.
The world dissolves, the shadows fall,
And beauty reigns above it all.

The roses hush, the stars take flight,
They scatter sparks to crown your light.
The night itself becomes a song,
When carried by your grace along.

The stones recall forgotten flame,
They carve again your timeless name.
Their silence hums, their weight is gone,
Awakened by your break of dawn.