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.
The Pasture
Robert Frost
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Poem topics: away, mother, spring, water, tongue, wait, young, clear, clean, watch, long, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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