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.