There Will Come Soft Rains

There Will Come Soft Rains and the Smell of the Ground, and Swallows Circling With Their Shimmering Sound

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

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

Spring Herself, When She Woke at Dawn, Would Scarcely Know That We Were Gone

War Time I

War Time II