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, a just as fair
And having perhaps
the better claim
Because its
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 know how
way leads on to way
I doubted if
I should ever come back
I shall be
telling this with a sign
Somewhere
ages and ages hence
Tow roads
diverged in a wood, and I
I took the
one less traveled by,
And that has
made all the difference
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods
these are I think I know
His house is
in the village though
He will not
see me stopping here
To watch his
woods fill up with snow
My little
horse must think it queer
To stop
without a farmhouse near
Between the
woods and frozen lake
The darkest
evening of the year
He gives his
harness bells a shake
To ask if
there is some mistake
The only
other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind
and downy flake
The woods are
lovely, dark and deep
But I have
promises to keep
And miles to
go before I sleep
And miles to
go before I sleep
~ ~ ~ 1874 ~ 1963 Robert Forst ~ ~ ~
