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Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
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.
Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower,
Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour;
Alike they flourish,and alike they fall,
And Earth who nourish them receives them all,
Should we,her wiser sons, be less content
To sink into her lap when life is spent?
Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
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.