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“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. 

(Disponível em https://poets.org/poem/there-will-come-soft-rains. Acessado em 24/08/2020.)

 

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