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Robert Frost's poem has been read by millions of people since it was first
published. Many may have thought it amusing; some, complete nonsense; fewer
still, a profound and true tribute to their own beliefs. 

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, 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. 

- Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 
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