RPO -- Robert Frost : The Pasture

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

The Pasture

1I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;

2I'll only stop to rake the leaves away

3(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):

4I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

5I'm going out to fetch the little calf

6That's standing by the mother. It's so young,

7It totters when she licks it with her tongue.

8I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

Notes

4] sha'n't: shall not.

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Original text: Robert Frost, North of Boston, 2nd edn. (New York: Henry Holt, 1915), p. [9]. PS 3511 R94N6 ROBA.
First publication date: 1914
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 1998.
Recent editing: 2:2002/1/16

Rhyme: abbc deec

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