The Road not Taken | English class 9 | Beehive 9 |
The Road not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, 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 the morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept 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 with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood and I — I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. ...