The Route Less Traveled

Two roads diverged inwards a yellowish wood,
And sad I could non move both
And live on ane traveller, long I stood
And looked downward ane as far as I could
To where it bent inwards the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as simply as fair,
And having maybe the ameliorate claim,
Because it was grassy together with wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them actually nearly the same,

And both that morning time every bit lay
In leaves no footstep had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the commence for roughly other day!
Yet knowing how mode leads on to way,
I doubted if I should e’er come upwards back.

I shall live on telling this amongst a sigh
Somewhere ages together with ages hence:
Two roads diverged inwards a wood, together with I-
I took the ane less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.