North of Boston

North of Boston

by Robert Frost

TO
E. M. F.
THIS BOOK OF PEOPLE

    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 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.