Flame and Shadow/"There Will Come Soft Rains"

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"THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS"
(War Time)

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.