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Quietness...
Robert Frost (1874–1963).,
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Mountain Interval. 1920.
The Road Not Taken
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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;,
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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 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 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.
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