[交流] 日食（十九） 已有8人参与

Patience　　
        Tagore　　
If thou speakest not　　
I will fill my heart with the 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 tht voice pour down in golden streams　　
breaking trough the sky.　　
Then thy words will take wing　　
in songs from every one of my birds’ nest,　　
and thy melodies　　
will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.