The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

by 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 tother, as just as fair,


And having perhaps the better claim,


Because it was grassy ans 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.