Gitanjali 24: If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged

tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as thou hast

wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the

petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage

is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength is

exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower

under the cover of thy kindly night.