The Road Not Taken -- Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  And sorry I could not travel both  And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,  And that has made all the difference.

This border is a reproduction of Asher B. Durand's  (American, 1796 - 1886)  The Beeches 1845, Oil on canvas, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York