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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 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.

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love
   I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
   Went envying her and me-
Yes! That was the reason ( as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we,
   Of many far wiser than we;
And nither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the deamons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling-my darling-my wife and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I've never known you, seen you,
touched your smiling face,
Hugged you, loved you, savored your
subtle taste.
But I've listened, never hearing a
voice so sweet.
And I crave the day when
our two voices meet.
Separated suspense by miles
of obstruction.
The distance of us both will lead
to my corruption.
But as I hear you, flowing words
of poetic bliss
A pact I make too remember me,
and seal it with a kiss.

Lost rootless in life's violent storm,
Swam my heart against his dread.
Wading seas of sorrowful love,
Until he washed ashore and bled.

Scared to move from his soiled patch,
He lay still and listened to the rain,
As it pattered down cold and cruel,
Drowning slowly his thoughts in pain.

He tried his best to block them out,
But against his will the tears appeared.
Thinking of the times which could have been,
He lay sobbling on his bloody bed.

He nursed no guilt for getting lost,
But paid the price for falling in ,
So deep a love he ever felt.
But in the end could never win.

Standing at the ocean,
Standing at the sea,
I see another shore,
And a girl who looks like me.

I see another shore,
I see a dream I knew.
I see another time before,
A time when love was true.

I see water that I've crossed,
I see the bridge I've burned,
I see you there beside me;
Is my lesson learned?

Now the girl is gone,
Not where she was before.
Its amazing what you see,
Standing on the other shore.

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife of the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple raveling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the east
With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly.
Till brooms fade softly into stars-
And then I come away.