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, 1 kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if 1 should ever come back.

1 shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I 1 took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.