The Pasture

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 shan'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... Continue Reading →

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