The Sip Not Taken

Two drinks diverged on a yellow counter,
And sorry I could not sample both
And be one customer, long I stood
And stared at one as long as I could
And to drink it I swore an eternal oath;
Then looked at the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was creamy and frothed with air;
Though as for that the sitting there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
On a counter no hands had dirtied 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 drinks diverged on a counter, and I-
I took the one less ordered by,
And that has made all the difference.

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