[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.

 

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