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