Soft Rains

from “Thoughts of Love and Life” - SSAA a cappella - text by Sara Teasdale - English - Medium - Premiered

“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.”

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