On His Blindness

4 Sep

by John Milton

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
Lodg’d 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-labour, 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.”


3 Responses to “On His Blindness”

  1. Ashish Chauhan Youngy September 27, 2011 at 5:16 PM #

    What to say about his blindness, he was a man of greatness. I have tried to write this article on eyes and love. I would love to see your response on this.

    • visionthroughwords September 27, 2011 at 7:19 PM #

      Checked out your piece and it is very well written and very true.

  2. Micky November 8, 2011 at 6:59 PM #

    I realy don’t understand this poem!. So what can i do?

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