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.
Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
9aI gladly would go along Mr. Frost, but I have to wait a while yet before I will be able to walk with you.