Two paths diverged in a sunny beach,
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 ’round the next point;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was sandy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In seaweed 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 smile
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two trails paths, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.