- 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 sign
- 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.
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