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
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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