THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

IN ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel 50th
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 me other , as just as fair ,
And having perhaps me 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 by
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