by Robert Frost
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.
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