Two roads diverged at Notre DameAnd sorry I could not travel bothI one traveler, and long I cameAnd looked down one, having perhaps the better claim,To where it bent in the undergrowthThen I looked at the other basked in sunMuch farther from the Golden Dome.Because it was grassy where the Vermin runThis forested path, so often shunned,Which a hundred men call their home.And both that morning equally layTo my right, campus, to my left, Carroll Hall.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet, knowing how way leads onto wayThis path is all I need after all.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages henceTwo roads diverged at Notre Dame, and I -And I took the one less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference.
Mike SobolewskisophomoreCarroll HallOct. 30
