Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
If mankind perished utterly;
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone. —Sara Teasdale
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
—Sara Teasdale

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