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 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.
.