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.
Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States.
View profile & all 58 Poems / StoriesHe saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,
The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country;
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my wayTo the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;
Love has earth to which she clingsWith hills and circling arms about
