Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

I Shall Not Care

  When I am dead and over me bright April
   Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
  Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
   I shall not care.

  I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
   When rain bends down the bough,
  And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
   Than you are now.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. A Cry

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