The Road Not Taken
 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 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 passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had forbidden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Let 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 yellow wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.