No sooner had twentieth century's bloody war fields dried up

With quiet lips give me your worn-out your poor

With quiet lips give me your worn-out your poor

two roads diverged in a yellow wood

No sooner had twentieth century's bloody war fields dried up

Not to the sensual ear but more endeard

They flash upon that inward eye

Also, soonest our best men with thee do go

To get up the elusive twist

Consisting boars wolfs hyenas wild pigs and dogs

I am not self they you and me together friend and brother

I select the mountain

I select the mountain

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines

Look on my works ye Mighty and give up'

Is royal hundreds at his providing speed

And that has made all the difference

veiling ambition with face of

Two streets veered in a yellow wood

Two roads diverged in a wood and I