87 (early winter spreads her)
EARLY WINTER spreads her filmy veil
over midnight stars,
and the call comes from the deep,
'Man, bring out your lamp.'
The forests are bare of flowers,
the birds have ceased to sing
the river-side grass has shed its blossoms.
Come, Dipali, waken hidden flames
out of the desolate dark,
and offer symphony of praise to eternal light.
The stars are dimmed
the night is disconsolate,
and the call comes from the deep,
'Man, bring out your lamp.'