Song Offerings -- XIX

If thou speakest not
I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night
with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams
breaking through the sky.
Then they words will take wing in songs
from every one of my birds' nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers
in all my forest groves.

Rabindranath Tagore