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
by Tina Chang
by Joyce Sutphen
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