I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; <br />I'll only stop to rake the leaves away <br />(And wait to watch the water clear, I may): <br />I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too. <br /> <br /> <br />I'm going out to fetch the little calf <br />That's standing by the mother. It's so young, <br />It totters when she licks it with her tongue. <br />I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pasture-the/
