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 sha’n’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 sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too  

 

From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.