I am a fan of the short poem. Below is a brief untitled poem by Walter Savage Landor, 1775-1864 Walter Savage Landor – Wikipedia.
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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, and next to nature, art:
I warmed both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
K Morris - Poet 
That’s lovely, Kevin. I don’t know this poet, but I’ll be looking him up now.
I’m pleased to have introduced you to Walter Savage Landor, Vivienne.