7. Soft Rains Will Come
Words by Sara Teasdale (1884-1953)
Music by Richard C. Davis
Sara Teasdale, like many others of her and our times, was unalterably opposed to war. The gentle nature of her poetic complaint, couched in the beauty of a composition by Dick Davis, may mask the power of their feelings and commitment to peaceful living. We would, however, that men and women everywhere, and in all stations of life, might be so expressive and so admirably committed to the values of peaceful nature herself.
Soft rains will come, and the smell of the ground
And swallows circling, with their shimmering sound,
And frogs in the pools, singing all the night
And the wild plum trees, in their trem'lous white.
Robins will wear their feathery fire
And whistle their whims on a low fence wire.
And not one will know of the war, no, not one;
Nor care at last, when it all was done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If all mankind perished utterly.
And spring herself, when she awoke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we all were gone.
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