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.
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Composition:
- Set to music by Henry Dixon Cowell (1897 - 1965), "The pasture", 1944 [ high voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), "The pasture", appears in North of Boston, first published 1915
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