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.
Classic poem
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
- Poet
- Walter Savage Landor
- Themes
- love, war, identity
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