I saw him sitting in his door,
Trembling as old men do;
His house was old; his barn was old,
And yet his eyes seemed new.
His eyes had seen three times my years
And kept a twinkle still,
Though they had looked at birth and death
And three graves on a hill.
“I will sit down with you,” I said,
“And you will make me wise;
Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes.”
Then like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
“I make the most of all that comes,
And the least of all that goes.”
The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoes as old songs do,
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.
-Sara Teasdale: “Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale” (1937)
Sara Teasdale Filsinger was born as Sara Trevor Teasdale on 8 August 1884 in Saint Louis, Missouri, United States of America. She was a lyrical poet. Sara Teasdale Filsinger passed on at 48 years of age on 29 January 1933 in New York City, New York, United States of America.