Thy melodies will break forth

If you 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.