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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And I looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the underneath;



Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Thought 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.





~Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.



And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And "Thou Shalt not" writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore,



And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be;

And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars my joys & desires.



~William Blake (1757 -1827)

I felt a Funeral, in my brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treadin- treading- till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through-



And when they all were seated,

A service, like a drum-

Kept beating- beating- till I thought

My mind was going numb-



And then I heard them lift a box

And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead, again,

Then space- began to toll,



As all the Heavens were a bell,

And being, but an ear,

And I, and silence, some strange race

Wreacked, solitary, here-



And then a plank in reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down-

And hit a world, at every plunge,

And finished knowing- then-



~Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1836)