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 If thou speakst not I will fill my heart with thy silence and bear it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bend low with patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish and thy voice will pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wings in songs from everyone of my birds' nest, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.