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.

by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)



One Response to “There will come soft rains”

  1. Paul Horton Says:

    Hi, I believe it is high time that I boldly stated my personal individual belief in that what the UK needs now more that ever is for individuals to come to terms with their own despair. If there is a God Supreme who has the greatest power then I believe that we should do some soul searching & just do the experiment & call humbly on His name. That seems to me to be the most extreme request & final ‘trump card’ that we have left anyway!

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