There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale

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.

From: 
1920, Flame and Shadow





Last updated January 14, 2019

This poem of Sara Teasdale is composed of six stanzas, each made up of a rhyming couplet. The poem imagines nature reclaiming a battlefield after the fighting is finished. The poem also alludes to the idea of human extinction by war, which was not a commonplace idea until the invention of nuclear weapons, 25 years later.