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  ~ ~ ~