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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

 

And sorry I could not travel both

 

And be one traveller, 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 giving 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 travelled by,

 

And that has made all the difference

 

(Robert Frost).

 

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