The ivy sways, the stars descend,
They hum a song that will not end.
The night bends low, the silence sings,
Of love the fading twilight brings.

The ivy climbs, the twilight glows,
It hums the tune that no one knows.
The stars look down, the heavens sigh,
Enchanted by your tender eye.

The roses hush, the wind grows faint,
Their petals blush like soft restraint.
The moonlight hums, the darkness mild,
To bless the heart of beauty’s child.