Updated: 6/30/2020

Storyboard Text

  • Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,
  • And both that morning equally layIn 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.
  • I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:
  • Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less travelled by,
  • And that has made all the difference.