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.
– W.S. Landor
(1775-1864)
This is recorded in AKS Diary ‘on 13.06.2005’. These are from the just four-line powerful poem of W. H. Landor (1775-1964) titled ‘ Dying Speech of An Old Philosopher’. Landor’s best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer.
