Poems of Sara Teasdale

"There Will Come Soft Rains"

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.

Author: John Hilton, Sara Teasdale
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 08/11/2023
Pages: 254
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 0.61lbs
Size: 8.00h x 5.00w x 0.58d
ISBN13: 9798856553214
ISBN10: 885655321X
BISAC Categories:
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