The Pasture

By 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.

Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.Form: abbc deec.  4.sha'n't: shall not.