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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.

Sara Teasdale1884–1933

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.