Gitanjali 19: If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with

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.