I Shall Not Care

Sara Teasdale

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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