Read the excerpt from "mending wall." spring is the mischief in me, and i wonder if i could put a notion in his head: "why do they make good neighbours? isn't it where there are cows? but here there are no cows. before i built a wall i'd ask to know what i was walling in or walling out, and to whom i was like to give offence. something there is that doesn't love a wall, that wants it down." now read "the pasture," also by robert frost. 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 tongue. i shan’t be gone long.—you come too. which best accounts for the different views of spring expressed in the poems?