Текст песни The Pasture - Robert Frost

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.