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-2/
