two roads

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, 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-
took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.


the road not taken by robert frost