Robert Frost Poems
|121.||The Death Of The Hired Man||1/3/2003|
|122.||The Lockless Door||1/3/2003|
|123.||The Sound Of Trees||1/3/2003|
|128.||Now Close The Windows||1/13/2003|
|129.||Into My Own||1/13/2003|
|132.||Good-Bye, And Keep Cold||1/3/2003|
|133.||The Tuft Of Flowers||1/3/2003|
|134.||But Outer Space||1/3/2003|
|136.||Bond And Free||1/13/2003|
|138.||The Gift Outright||1/3/2003|
|139.||Two Tramps In Mud Time||1/3/2003|
|140.||The Aim Was Song||1/3/2003|
|141.||Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same||1/3/2003|
|146.||Neither Out Far Nor In Deep||1/3/2003|
|148.||Evening In A Sugar Orchard||1/13/2003|
|149.||Once By The Pacific||1/3/2003|
|151.||Going For Water||1/13/2003|
|158.||A Dream Pang||1/3/2003|
|159.||A Servant To Servants||1/13/2003|
The Road Not Taken
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 ...
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.