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 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.
Robert Frost
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