THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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 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 yellow wood,
and I -
I took the road less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
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