THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

                    by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellowwood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be a 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 purhaps 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.