Gitanjali-19
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 thy 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.