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