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.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) American lyrical poet
“There Will Come Soft Rains,” Flame and Shadow (1920)
Added on 20-May-10 | Last updated 20-May-10
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