WhenDayIsDone
Ifthedayisdone
Ifbirdssingnomore
Ifthewindhasfiaggedtired
Thendrawtheveilofdarknessthickuponme
EvenasthouhastwrapttheearthwithThecoverletofsleepandtenderlyclosed
Thepetalsofthedroopinglotusatdusk.
Fromthetraverer
Whosesackofprovisionsisemptybeforethevoyageisended
Whosegarmentistornanddust-laden
Whosestrengthisexhausted,removeshameandpoverty
Andrenewhislifelikeaflowerunder
Thecoverofthykindlynight