T

W

O

R

O

A

D

S

T

W

O

R

O

A

D

S

And sorry I
could not
travel
both
And be
one
traveler,
long
I stood.

COULD
I
AS
FAR
AS
ONE
DOWN
LOOKED
AND

Then took the other,

as just as fair,

And having

perhaps

the better claim,

Because it was

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

dive

rged

in a wood,

and I—

I took the one

less traveled by,

And that has made

all

the

difference.