116 (she is the spirit of)
SHE IS THE SPIRIT of an Autumn evening,
robed in the gleams of the vanished sunset,
carrying the promise of the immense peace of the star,
guiding with her speechless ministry
the languid steps of the long lingering hours of the reluctant night
into the neighbourhood of the morning star.
Her tresses touched by the gentle breeze of the dawn,
that smell of the morning worship,
her sad and sweet face of the day's end
becomes radiant with the blessedness of the morning light.