Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Woo
Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Noah Regrets on February 22, 2013
Published in Issue 007
in a yellow wood and
(sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler)
long i stood and looked down
- one). as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth then
- too). k 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
dive / rged
in a wood and i
(i took the one less traveled by)
and that has made all the difference