The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in * yellow wood,
And sorry I coul* not travel both
And be one tr*veler, long I stood
And looked*down one as far as I could
To *here it bent in the undergrowth; <*p>

Then took the other, as ju*t as fair,
And having perhaps *he better claim,
Because it wa* grassy and wanted wear;
Thoug* as for that the passing there
*Had worn them really about the sam*,

And both that morning *qually lay
In leaves no step h*d trodden black.
Oh, I kept th* first for another day!
Yet kn*wing how way leads on to way,
* doubted if I should ever come bac*.

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.