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Lyric Poem · Nature

The Pasture

by Robert Frost · 1914

1I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;

2I'll only stop to rake the leaves away

3(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):

4I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

5I'm going out to fetch the little calf

6That's standing by the mother. It's so young.

7It totters when she licks it with her tongue,

8I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

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Quick facts

Poem
The Pasture
Poet
Robert Frost
Published
1914
Length
8 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes
Nature, Love, Short

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Shape
8 lines · 2 quatrains
End rhyme
ABBC in every stanza.
Line length
Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
Refrain
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.Repeated lines act as the poem's hinge or drumbeat.
The poem’s silhouette — approximate syllables per line, measured from the text above. Even bars mean a measured line; ragged bars mean the poem sets its own widths.

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Author record
Robert Frost1874–1963
Source record
WikisourceThe Pasture by robert-frost, Wikisource transcription
Display decision
Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1914
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SHA-256 40fa2bd758cf13d7
Editorial handling
Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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