{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","title":"Séimí Mac Síomón wrote","author_name":"Séimí Mac Síomón (npub1rj…accc9)","author_url":"https://yabu.me/npub1rjwumr7j6tac08t0qttvc44walt549nc4eyyxjc0phn6yxzj7uzq0accc9","provider_name":"njump","provider_url":"https://yabu.me","html":"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,\nAnd swallows circling with their shimmering sound;\n\nAnd frogs in the pools singing at night,\nAnd wild plum trees in tremulous white,\n\nRobins will wear their feathery fire\nWhistling their whims on a low fence-wire;\n\nAnd not one will know of the war, not one\nWill care at last when it is done.\n\nNot one would mind, neither bird nor tree\nIf mankind perished utterly;\n\nAnd Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,\nWould scarcely know that we were gone."}