Gaps 4 ,
Two roads diverged a yellow wood,
And sorry I not travel both
And be one long I stood
And looked down as I could
To where it in the undergrowth;
Then took the just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was and wanted wear;
Though as for the passing there
Had worn them about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no had trodden black.
Oh, I kept for another day!
Yet knowing how on to way,
I doubted if ever come back.
I shall be with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged wood, and I-
I took the less traveled by,
And that has all the difference.