Poetry by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken  
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged 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 took the other, as just as fair,  
And having perhaps the better claim  
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  
But 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!  
But 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:  
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –  
I took the one less traveled by  
And that has made all the difference.  

The Secret  
by Robert Frost  

We dance ‘round the ring and suppose.  
The secret sits in the middle and knows.