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 theat, 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 keep 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
Somewher 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 differenc.
