The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And be one traveler, long I stood. To where it bent in the undergrowth; And having perhaps the better claim, Though as for that, the passing there. And both that morning equally lay. Oh, I kept the first for another day! I doubted if I should ever come back. Somewhere ages and ages hence: I took the one less traveled by. And sorry I could not travel both. And looked down one as far as I could Then took the other, as just as fair. Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Had worn them really about the same. In leaves no step had trodden black. Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I shall be telling this with a sigh. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — And that has made all the difference.
—Robert Frost

Dr. Hugo Heyrman
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