And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
Looked down one as far as i could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
The took the other, as jsut as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn the really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the fisrt 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,
Somwhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.