The Road Not Taken

                                    by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, 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 the passing there
          Had 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 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 wood, and I-
                     I took the one less traveled by,
                     And that has made all the difference