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 fireWhistling their whims on a low fence-wire;And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done.Not one would mind, neither bird nor treeIf mankind perished utterly;And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Sara Teasdale · Flame and Shadow
Nature & seasons
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,”
- Author
- Sara Teasdale
- Work
- Flame and Shadow
- Year
- 1920
- Chapter / part
- There Will Come Soft Rains
- Length
- 90 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #591
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. Sara Teasdale died in 1933, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1920. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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