Poem of the day

On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday
by Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
         Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life—
         It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

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