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The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be on 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, Becuase 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 dept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads onto 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 [1916]
Age
26
Country
United States
Occupation
Student
Schools
C of C
Interests
Music, Hanging Out With Friends, Going To The Beach, Camping, Dancing, Art, and lots more
