• 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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