

Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'
  
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
  And sorry I could not travel both
  And be one traveller, 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 marked 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 travelled by,
  And that has made all the difference.