The Road Not Taken
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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