On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

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.
 

Poems by This Author

Rose Aylmer by Walter Savage Landor
Ah, what avails the sceptred race


Further Reading

Poems About Birthdays
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
A Happy Birthday
by Ted Kooser
A Newborn Girl at Passover
by Nan Cohen
Birth
by Tina Chang
Crossroads
by Joyce Sutphen
Fifty-Three
by Eileen Myles
Infant Joy
by William Blake
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
Poem at Thirty
by Michael Ryan
Prayer for a Birthday
by Mark Wunderlich