Walter Savage Landor - Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: <br />Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: <br />I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life; <br />It sinks; and I am ready to depart.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-speech-of-an-old-philosopher/