Some can talk, sagacious, tender, Strong discourse and rare; Others fill the room with splendor Just by being there. Some can drive the world to duty By a brandished knife; Others by the silent beauty Of a loving life. Some are praised to highest heaven Through a brilliant hour; Others as a quiet leaven Wield eternal power. Fine are speech and valiant action Where the triumph rolls; But -- the endless satisfaction Of the silent souls! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |