The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood,
And sorry I could not
travel both
And be one traveller, 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 perhaps having 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 that both 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 telling this with
a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages
hence:
Two roads diverged in a
wood, and I ---
I took the one less
travelled by,
And that has made all the
difference.
