A Poem Every Week

I want to try to post a poem every week. Since graduating from college, I feel as though I've lost touch with a lot of the literature I used to enjoy so much. I'm tying to refresh my knowledge and inspiration. The first is a poem by John Milton, British poet and author, best known for his work, "Paradise Lost".

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 accounts, 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."