_——by _</span>_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._
