谁能帮我写首sonnet的英文诗，要原创的

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light(1)is spent
Ere half my days(2) in this dark world and wide(3),
And that one talent(4) which is death to hide(5)
Lodged(6) with me useless, though my soul more bent(7)
To serve therewith my Maker, (8) and present
My true account, lest He, returning, chide,
\"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?\" (9)
I fondly ask. (10) But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, (11) soon(12) replies, \"God doth not need
Either man\'s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. (13) His state
Is kingly: thousands(14) at his bidding speed
And post(15) o\'er(16) land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.\"