Seirom - Leaving

Two roads diverged
In yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
Or 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 heaven perhaps the better claim
Because it is grassy and wanted where
Though as for that the passing there ❲?❳ about the same
And both of that morning equally led
And the leaves no step in trodded land❲?❳
Oh I can't be❲?❳ first for❲?❳ anothеr day
Yes knowing ❲?❳ way leads on to way
I doubt it if I should evеr come back

I shall be telling this ❲?❳ side
Somewhere ❲?❳ hands
Two roads diverged in the wood
And I, I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference