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.
– Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Sung by John Diamond
Date of Song’s Composition: October 28, 2003
Commentary: “The Pasture” is the introductory poem from Frost’s collection of 1914, North of Boston.