Two roads divergedin a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long i stood
And I 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
Thought as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morninig 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 wodd, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference
- Robert Frost
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