Two roads               yellow wood,
 And sorry             travel both
 And be                    I stood
 And looked                    I could

 To where            the undergrowth;
 Then took                    as fair,
 And having             better claim,
 Because it                wanted wear;

 Though as              passing there
 Had worn                   the same,
 And both              equally lay
 In leaves             trodden black.

 Oh, I                    another day!
 Yet knowing                  to way,
 I doubted                  come back.
 I shall                      a sigh

 Somewhere ages     ages hence:
 Two roads                     and I-
 I took              traveled by,
 And that              the difference.