Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, sa just sa fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing ther
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally aly
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for anther day!
I doubted if I should ever come back