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 shan't be gone long. -- You come too. <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 shan't be gone long. -- You come too.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pasture/
