 There will come soft rains, by Sarah Teesdale, read for lippervax.org by Hannah Dorse. 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-pence 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains, by Sarah Teesdale, read for lippervax.org by Hannah. May 7, 2010. 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-pence 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains, by Sarah Teesdale, read for lippervax.org by Bob Sherman. 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-pence 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains, by Sarah Teesdale, read for lippervax.org by Bologna Times. 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-pence 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains, by Sarah Teesdale, read for lippervax.org by Crown Daisy. 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 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-pence 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 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-pence 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. There Will Come Soft Trains by Sarah Teesdale, read for Librebox.org by Dana Meilinger in May 2010. There Will Come Soft Trains 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 rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trains 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 rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their rims 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 will mind neither bird nor tree if mankind perished utterly. And spring herself when she woke at dawn would scarcely know that we were gone. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There Will Come Soft Trains by Sara Tisdale, read for LibreVox.org by Ezoa in Belgium in May 2010. There Will Come Soft Trains, and the smell of the ground, and solo 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 rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There Will Come Soft Trains, and the smell of the ground, and solo 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 rims 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Joe Carabas, May 2, 2010. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by James O'Connor, May 2010. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Kelly Wiggs, Austin, Texas. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Nullifidian. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read by LibriVox.org by Lucy on the 3rd of April 2010. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio, May 4th, 2010. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Liam Neely. There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling in 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Nathine Kertbouleh. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Nicholas James Bridgewater. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by P. D. Wright. There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and the swallows circling with their shimmering sound, and frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tumusuous 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There will come soft rains by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. 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.