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There Will Come Soft Rains

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.

                                  by Sara Teasdale (1920)

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MATTHEW DAY JACKSON

There Will Come Soft Rains, 2015/16

Portfolio of 12 etchings plus colophon

Edition of 36

Presented in black linen clamshell box with embossed title

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