                               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 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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