Age saw two quiet children
Go
loving by at twilight,
He knew
not whether homeward,
Or
outward from the village,
Or
(chimes were ringing) churchward,
He
waited (they were strangers)
Till
they were out of hearing
To bid
them both be happy.
"Be
happy, happy, happy,
And
seize the day of pleasure."
The
age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas
Age imposed on poems
Their
gather-roses burden
To warn against
the danger
That
overtaken lovers
From
being overflooded
With
happiness should have it.
And yet
not know they have it.
But bid
life seize the present?
It lives
less in the present
Than in
the future always,
And less
in both together
Than in
the past.
The
present Is too much for the senses,
Too
crowding, too confusing—
Too present
to imagine.
Robert Frost
(Picture: Old man's head, Jan Matejko)
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