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.