<P> 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 . </P> <P> "The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert Frost, published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval . </P>

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