I will keep still

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.