There will come Soft Rain
1884-1933
There will come soft rain 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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1317
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1317.html">There will come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale</a>
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