Carpe Diem by Robert Frost

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.”
Te age-long theme is Age’s.
’Twas Age imposed on poems
Teir gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
Tat overtaken lovers
From being overfooded
With happiness should have it
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Tan in the future always,
And less in both together
Tan in the past. Te present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing—
Too present to imagine.