“The Pasture” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]

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.

Retort to “Arise, fair sun…” [Poem]

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Romeo & juliet: act 2, scene 2

Oh, moon, slip cautiously across the night.
They whispered to the sun to murder you.
So, slink way down before the sun takes flight,
 'fore that proud body can make much ado.