“There Will Come Soft Rains” (Sara Teasdale) There will co...
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.
(Disponível em https://poets.org/poem/there-will-come-soft-rains. Acessado em 24/08/2020.)
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