Full many a shining wit one sees, <br /> With tongue on all things well conversing; <br /> The what can charm, the what can please, <br /> In every nice detail rehearsing. <br /> Their raptures so transport the college, <br /> It seems one honeymoon of knowledge. <br /> <br /> Yet out they go in silence where <br /> They whilom held their learned prate; <br /> Ah! he who would achieve the fair, <br /> Or sow the embryo of the great, <br /> Must hoard--to wait the ripening hour-- <br /> In the least point the loftiest power. <br /> <br /> With wanton boughs and pranksome hues, <br /> Aloft in air aspires the stem; <br /> The glittering leaves inhale the dews, <br /> But fruits are not concealed in them. <br /> From the small kernel's undiscerned repose <br /> The oak that lords it o'er the forest grows.<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breadth-and-depth/
