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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 account, lest he returning chide; “Doth God exact day labor, light denied?” In Sonnet XIX by John Milton, at what point did the speaker’s eyesight fail?


A. in late spring

B. at midlife

C. during his youth

D. when he lost his talent