WhenDayIsDone

　　Ifthedayisdone

　　Ifbirdssingnomore

　　Ifthewindhasfiaggedtired

　　Thendrawtheveilofdarknessthickuponme

　　EvenasthouhastwrapttheearthwithThecoverletofsleepandtenderlyclosed

　　Thepetalsofthedroopinglotusatdusk.

　　Fromthetraverer

　　Whosesackofprovisionsisemptybeforethevoyageisended

　　Whosegarmentistornanddust-laden

　　Whosestrengthisexhausted，removeshameandpoverty

　　Andrenewhislifelikeaflowerunder

　　Thecoverofthykindlynight