the road not taken

不知道这个Robert frost 和死亡诗社里的那个是不是同一个··但是我想不会是两个人 所以放一首诗在这里 以纪念这位伟大的诗人
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 back.
　　I shall be telling this with a sigh
　　Somewhere ages and ages hence;
　　Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and I—
　　I took the less traveled by,
　　And that has made all the difference.