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