Two paths diverged in a July hot
And sorry I could not follow yet
And be one user long I thought
And looked down one as long as I ought
To where it bent in the internet

Then looked the other just as fair
And perhaps having far more in wait
Because it was unknown and unworn bare
Though up til that the encounter there
From at Bonk's Funbox to evenings late

And both that July equally stray
It leaves no forgotten trace nor track
Oh but I had no choice or my way
For one's path is not only their say
But I hoped for a time I might come back

I shall be telling this with a cry
Sometime ages and ages hence
Two paths divereged in a July hot, and I-
I took the one shared by-and-by
And all for my friend the Prince