y3



the longest days of the year:
celebrate!

n7



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 licks it with her tongu.
I shan't be gone long--You come too.

RFrost

ja12



This dirty little heart
Is freely mine--
I won it with a bun--
A freckled shrine,

But eligibly fair
To him who sees
The visage of the soul
And not the knees.


EDickinson