英詩:There Will Come Soft Rains 作者:Sara Teasdale

Poem: There Will Come Soft Rains 　　　Artist: Sara Teasdale Music: Sometims When It Rains 　　　There will come soft rains and the smell of the 　　　ground, 　　　And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; 　　　And frogs in the pool 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.