The Road Not Taken

Two road diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveller ,along I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could

To where I bent in the undergrowth ;

Then took the other ,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 leave no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads to way ,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sight 

Somewhere ages and ages hence 

Two roads diverged in a wood , and I--

I took the one less travelled by ,

And that the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.