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 clear water, 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 too young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan't be gone long - You come too. |
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