Hope ~ Percy Shelley

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, 
You are soft as the nesting dove. 
Come to my heart and bring it to rest 
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest. 

Come when my heart is full of grief 
Or when my heart is merry; 
Come with the falling of the leaf 
Or with the redd’ning cherry. 
Come when the year’s first blossom blows, 
Come when the summer gleams and glows, 
Come with the winter’s drifting snows, 
And you are welcome, welcome. 

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Patience – A Poem by Tagore

Patience by 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 birds’ nests, 
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.