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;
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.
秋染葉黃，林深處，兩路茫茫。佇立久，抬眼遠望，取舍難抉。
寂寂青山藏幽徑，悠悠長路伴我行。人蹤滅，荒草萋萋間，孤影孓。
晨光曙，葉滿地，路未印，歸來否？ 擇一路，更添如畫美景絕！
少年壯誌也輕狂，老夫憶顧來時路。 夕陽晚，青山相對伴，終不悔。
