The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

• 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;

• 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
• 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.