Love Poem Reciprocated
Gitanjali Song 19 Rabindranath Tagore 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 bird's nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.