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There Will Come Soft Rains

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by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Poem first published in Flame and Shadow, by Sara Teasdale, 1920


About the Author:

Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933), was an American poet.