[32] I Shall Not Care, Our National Treasure, Pulitzer Prize Poet of 1918 Sara Teasdale.


WHEN I am dead and over me bright April

Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho’ 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.



From the 1915 collection Rivers to the Sea, written by Sara Teasdale.
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