"There Will Come Soft Rains" by Sara Teasdale

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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.

[bookworm65t]

1. Also the title of a Ray Bradbury story

:)

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2. Who knew she could be such a poet? What's up with her hubby Rick these days?

And how's things down at the Fashion Bug?

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3. I Shall Not Care

WHEN I am dead and over me bright April
  Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
  I shall not care.
 
I shall have peace as leafy trees are peaceful,         
  When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
  Than you are now.

-- Sara Teasdale

[LeftishBrit]

4. Wisdom

Wisdom, by Sara Teasdale

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange - my youth.