名人诗歌|There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground，

And swallows circling with their shimmering^{1 sound；}

And frogs in the pools singing at night，

And wild plum trees in tremulous white，

Robins^{2 will wear their feathery fire}

Whistling their whims^{3 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^4；

And Spring herself， when she woke at dawn，

Would scarcely know that we were gone.