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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
Poet
Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Would
Mankind
Scarce
Tree
Humankind
Animal
Utterly
Knowing
Dawn
Gone
Plant
Perished
Nature
Bird
Perishing
Humans
Neither
Woke
Mind
Spring
Scarcely

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