The Roads Not Taken

Two roads are diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler,long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
To where it bend in the underground;

Then took the other as, 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 steps 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 with sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I---
I took the one less traveled by,
And that all has made all difference.

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