There Will Come Soft Rains
Sara Teasdale
1884 to 1933
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And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
If mankind perished utterly;
Will care at last when it is done.
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And not one will know of the war, not one