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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN   (From Mountain Interval)   --Robert Frost  (1916)                            


              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 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 traveled by,                              
              And that has made all the difference.                         



                           --End--


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