Author Walter Savage Landor 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments