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.
- Rabindranath Tagore on Patience
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