Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken' run through A.I.

 Here's the original:

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.

Now here's the same thing, after it's been run through quillbot.com:

It was a golden wood, and I was disappointed that two paths forked rather than one, so I stood for a long time and peered down one as far as I could to where it curved in the undergrowth;


Then I grabbed the other, thinking it was just as fair, and possibly having a stronger claim, since it was grassy and needed wear; however, in truth, the passing traffic had worn both about the same, so I didn't mind taking it.


And both of them were equally wrong that morning.

There had been no dark footsteps among the leaves.

Oh, I forgot about the first one! I'll save it for another day!

Nevertheless, knowing how one path leads to another, I began to wonder whether I should ever return.


I'll be repeating this story with a sigh sometime in the far future:

In the middle of a forest, two paths split, and I chose the one that was less frequented by, and that has made all the difference.