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Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long 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 watned 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 another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
holl be telling this with a sigh​

Answer 1

Answer:

This is poem by famous poet ROBERT FROST .

You will have to study this in 9th grade.