Where shadows ruled, your step is flame,
It carves the dusk, it writes your name.
The sky obeys, the breezes fall,
And crown your light above it all.

The roses hush, their fragrance mild,
They yield before the twilight’s child.
No bloom can last, no thorn can stay,
When beauty lights the tender way.

The stones grow warm, the ivy sings,
The night takes flight on silver wings.
Your presence bends the hours near,
And turns the dark to something clear.