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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.

Notes

Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
Form:
abbc deec.  

4.sha'n't: shall not.

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  • September 19, 2003
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    this poem reminds me of my old village, so pure!


  • October 24, 2001
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    It a very moving peom! \THANK YOU