Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, <br />
And sorry I could not travel both <br />
And be one traveler, long I stood <br />
And looked down one as far as I could <br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth; <br />
<br />
Then took the other, as just as fair, <br />
And having perhaps the better claim, <br />
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; <br />
Though as for that the passing there <br />
Had worn them really about the same, <br />
<br />
And both that morning equally lay <br />
In leaves no step had trodden black. <br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day! <br />
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, <br />
I doubted if I should ever come back. <br />
<br />
I shall be telling this with a sigh <br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence: <br />
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- <br />
I took the one less traveled by, <br />
And that has made all the difference. <br />
<br />
:I'm Blane:
