THE                                                   ROAD                                                  NOT                                                  TAKEN
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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.