Two Tramps In Mudtime

One of my graduate school mentors used to recite a passage from Robert Frost’s Two Tramps in Mudtime.  I heard him say it so many times in conversations to his students and quoting it during his lectures that I began to memorize it.  Robert Frost passed away in Boston, MA 50 years ago to the day. Here is the last stanza of that poem.  It sums up much of what I’m about.

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future’s sakes.