The
Road
not
taken

BY
ROBERT
FROST

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.