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 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 leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh