There Will Come Soft Rains

Sara Teasdale

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.

TeasdaleSara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) was an American poet who won the Pulitzer Prize in 1918. “Four Winds” was published in her collection, Flame and Shadow (1920).

Collected Poems by Sara Teasdale