Gitanjali: 24

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.