The Road Not Taken

By: ROBERT FROST

And both that morning equally lay

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
In leaves no step had trodden black.
And sorry I could not travel both
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
And be one traveler, long I stood
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
And looked down one as far as I could
I doubted if I should ever come back.
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Then took the other, as just as fair,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
And having perhaps the better claim,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
I took the one less traveled by,
Though as for that the passing there
And that has made all the difference.
Had worn them really about the same,