The Road not
Taken
by Robert Frost
- 1916
Two roads
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I
could not travel both
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 sigh
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.