And sorry I could not travel both
And perhaps having the better claim
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
Though as for that the passing there
Then took the other, just as fair
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
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
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.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
I doubted if I should ever come back