The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry that 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 far that the passing there
had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodded 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 yellow wood,
and I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
-- Robert Frost
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