There Will Come Soft Rains

"There Will Come Soft Rains"
Composer: Connor Koppin
Text by: Sara Teasdale
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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.
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Interested in the text? See also Ray Bradbury's short story of the same name, inspired by and featuring this haunting poem.
Performed on August 25th, 2017 as part of the Nature and Humanity concert.