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50) We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of  friends , though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two.   We lay beneath a spreading oak,  Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet.   "Now, Matthew!" said I, "let us match This water's pleasant tune  With some old border-song, or catch That suits a summer's noon;   The Fountain   by:  William Wordsworth  (1770-1850) We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of  friends , though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two.   We lay beneath a spreading oak,  Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet.   "Now, Matthew!" said I, "let us match This water's pleasant tune  With some old border-song, or catch That suits a summer's noon;   "Or of the church-clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the s

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bo th 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. Amardeep Sahu Rayjada / Robert Frost