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 marked 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.