Two road diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one far as I could
to where it bent in the under growth;
then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps a better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear,
thought 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 being telling this with a sign
somewhere ages and ages hense:
Two road diverged in the wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by
and that has made all the difference.