I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; <br />Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; <br />I warmed 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/on-his-seventy-fifth-birthday/
