There Will Come Soft Rains
(For war time)
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools 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.
~~
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), 1918
from Flame and Shadow, 1920
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Sara Teasdale biography
"There Will Come Soft Rains" read & illustrated by Xulin Wang.
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