If the day is done, <br />if birds sing no more, <br />if the wind has flagged tired, <br />then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, <br />even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep <br />and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. <br /> <br />From the traveler, <br />whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, <br />whose garment is torn and dust-laden, <br />whose strength is exhausted, <br />remove shame and poverty, <br />and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-day-is-done/
