| Two
roads diverged in a yellow
wood, |
|
| And sorry I could not
travel both |
| And be one traveler,
long I stood |
| And looked down one as
far as I could |
| To where it bent in the undergrowth. |
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| |
| 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. |
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| |
| 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. |
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| |
| 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. |
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