And sorry I could not travel both

　　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 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 marked 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