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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |