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 the 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.
