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"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
"The Road Not Taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And both that morning equally lay
I shall be telling this with a sigh
"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Whose woods these are I think I know,
My little horse must think it queer,
He gives his harness bells a shake,
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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;
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,
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.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
