The Road Not Taken

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 in the undergrowth ;

Then took the order , just as far ,

And having perhaps the the better claim ,

Because it was grassy and wanted where

Though as for that the passing there

Head 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 the way ,

I doubted if I 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 travelled by ,

And that has made all the difference.