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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN -
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one travelerlong I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; -
Then took the otheras 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.
OhI marked 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 diverged in a woodand I-
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference. - -
THE END