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The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothtAnd be one traveler, long I stoodtAnd looked down one as far as I couldtTo where it bent in the undergrowth;t Then took the other, as just as fair,tAnd having perhaps the better claim,tBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;tThough as for that the passing theretHad worn them really about the same,t And both that morning equally laytIn leaves no step had trodden black.tOh, I kept the first for another day!tYet knowing how way leads on to way,tI doubted if I should ever come back.t I shall be telling this with a sightSomewhere ages and ages hence:tTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I—tI took the one less traveled by,tAnd that has made all the difference.
