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