Thursday, February 02, 2006

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.

To where it bent in the under growth
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 back.


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.

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