On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

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.

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Romantic-era poet and prose writer known for elegant, epigrammatic verse and imaginary conversations.

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