"There Will Come Soft Rains"
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool 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.one of my favorites,

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