Sara Teasdale

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.



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