Two roads divergered in a yellow wood 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 just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Bevause it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for 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 to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewher ages and ages hence: Two roads divergered in a wood, and I- I took the ont less traveled by, And that made all the difference.