The Pasture
by Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the
pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the
leaves away
(And wait to watch the water
clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. --
You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the
little calf
That's standing by the mother.
It's so young,
It totters when she licks
it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. --
You come too.
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