The empty chairs faced each other between the silent walls, and the music played. 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.
The fire burned on the stone hearth and the cigar fell away into a mound of quiet ash on its tray. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly Īnd Spring herself, when she woke at dawn would scarcely know that we were gone." Robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their whims on a low fence-wire Īnd not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done. "There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound Īnd frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white The voice said at last, "Since you express no preference, I shall select a poem at random." Quiet music rose to back the voice. 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. 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. McClellan, which poem would you like this evening?" The house was silent. 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. A voice spoke from the study ceiling: "Mrs. The beds warmed their hidden circuits, for nights were cool here.
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