Robert Frost - The Pasture lyrics

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