Two roads diverged 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, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear ;
Though as fot that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
("The Road not Taken")
Robert FROST, Mountain Interval, 1916.
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