The Pasture
Published in Poem Of The Day
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.
About this poem
"The Pasture" was published in "North of Boston" (Henry Holt and Co., 1915).
About Robert Frost
Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco. His collections of poetry include "New Hampshire" (Henry Holt and Co., 1923), "Steeple Bush" (Henry Holt and Co., 1947) and "In the Clearing" (Holt Rinehart & Winston, 1962). Frost won four Pulitzer Prizes during his lifetime and served as U.S. poet laureate from 1958 to 1959. He died on Jan. 29, 1963.
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