I’m teaching Stuart Renaissance poetry to my 12th graders this week and always love reading the sonnets by John Milton that are included in their anthology. This poem speaks of Time’s steady march forward and how quickly life passes us by. As Milton waited for his Task-Master to give direction, he continued to mature, develop his talents, and trust in God.
“How Soon Hath Time” by John Milton
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom show’th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endueth.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Taskmaster’s eye.