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 has 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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