Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Poesy: John Milton

This poem makes me think of a fellow from high school, Jared. He and I were A.P. English classmates and friends, although the friendship was at times a bit tumultuous. I don't know what ol' JP is doing these days, but I know he loved Milton.

When I consider how my light is spent 

When I consider how my light is spent,
   Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
   And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
   My true account, lest He returning chide;
   "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
   Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best
   Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
   And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
   They also serve who only stand and wait."
- John Milton
via poets.org 

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