Robert Lee Frost (Mar 1874 – Jan 1963) | American
from the collection Mountain Interval
| published 1920
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveller, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the under growth;
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 lead 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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