The Road Not Taken

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The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

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 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 travelled by,?

And that has made all the difference.

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