Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher — Walter Savage Landor (Poem)

Poem 94 - 100 days of poetry

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

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