John Milton

Clasics in Ñspel: When I consider how my light is spent – John Milton’s Sonnet 19

Sonit 19: Ẃn I cnsidr hǎ mî lît z spent

JON MILTN

Ẃn I cnsidr hǎ mî lît z spent,
E’r haf mî dez, in ɖs darc wrld n wîd,
N ɖt wn Taḷnt ẃć z deʈ t hîd
Lojd wɖ m yslis, ɖo mî Soul mor bnt
T srv ɖr-wɖ mî Mcr, n priznt
Mî tru acǎnt, lest h rtrnñ ćîd;
“Dʈ God xact dêlebr, lît dnaid?”
I fondli asc. Bt peśns, t privnt
Ɖt mrmr, sn rplîz, “God dʈ nt nīd
Îɖr man’z wrc or hiz ǒn gifts; hu bst
Ber hiz mîld yoc, ɖe srv him bst.

Hiz stet

Z Cñli. Ʈǎzndz at hiz bidñ spīd
N post ’r Land n Ośn wɖt rest:
Ɖe olso srv hu onli stand n wêt.”

CLASICS IN ÑSPEL

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