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            The Road Not Taken   
                          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;  
 
  Though 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!  
 
  Yet 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.  
 
  
 
  
很多年以后,暮然回首,你会很有同感!  
 
  
 
 
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