The Pasture

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.

Robert Frost