Theos-Talk Archives (September 2006 Message tt00484)

              [The Road Not Taken]

       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 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 traveled by,
       And that has made all the difference.

       --Robert Frost, 1920