Two roads emerged in a graying wood,
And glad we could not travel both
But be one traveler, long we stood
And looked back two as far as we could
To where they bent in the undergrowth;
Then took together, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because they were 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, we kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
We doubted if we should ever go back.
We shall be telling this with a smile
Somewhere sages and pages hence:
Two roads emerged in a wood, and I—
We took the one that made this moment,
And that has made all the difference.
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