"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;
Though as for that the 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 this 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 has made all the difference.