Two yarns I pulled from upon shelf
And sorry I could not purchase both
And be one knitter, long I stood
And thought about what I might make
With the skein I held in left
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps a better claim
Because it was bright and wanted wear;
Though as for that the waiting there
The gauge really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
On shelves no hands had touched for months.
Oh, I left the first for another day!
Yet knowing how project leads on to project,
I was sure I would come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two skeins were held in my hand, and I –
I took the one with cashmere ply
and that has made all the difference.
Original poem by Robert Frost