POEM TITLE
The Road Not Taken
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;
Thought as for that 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 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 had made all the difference.
BY Robert Frost
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