The Main Route Not Taken

Two routes diverged in a tree,

And I could not trade both

And be one sojourner, while I stood 

And looked down one route as far as my eyes 

could see to where it diverted on the lane ice,

Then took the one as just as fair it looked,

And having perhaps the better location, 

Because it was greasy, gray, green and grassy, 

Yet as for that the walking though there 

Look them really about the same there,

Then same morning lay separated 

In leaves the root sprout out no step 

Had trodden black, kept the one for next,

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

My doubt I should ever come back

I shall be telling with a sigh and

Two routes diverged in a tree and

I took the one less traded on to sojourn and

That has made all the difference nigh.

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