Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
There will come Soft Rain
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And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire.
Will care at last when it is done.
If mankind perished utterly.
Would scarcely know that we were gone.