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When I consider how my light is spent (a)
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, (b)
And that one talent which is death to hide, (b)
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent (a)
To serve therewith my Maker, and present (a)
My true account, lest he returning chide; (b)
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" (b)
I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent (a)
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need (c)
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best (d)
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state (e)
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed (c)
And post o'er land and ocean without rest; (d)
They also serve who only stand and wait." (e)

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,(a)
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;(b)
Round many western islands have I been(b)
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.(a)
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told(a)
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;(b)
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene(b)
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:(a)
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies(c)
When a new planet swims into his ken;(d)
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes(c)
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men(d)
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-(c)
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.(d)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds (a)
admit impediments. Love is not love (b)
Which alters when it alteration finds, (a)
Or bends with the remover to remove: (b)
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, (c)
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; (d)
It is the star to every wandering bark, (c)
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. (d)
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks (e)
Within his ending sickle's compass come (f)
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks (e)
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. (f)
If this be error and upon me proved, (g)
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. (g)