Here you will find the Poem End Of The World of poet Robinson Jeffers
When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War, We used to take it for known that the human race Would last the earth out, not dying till the planet died. I wrote a schoolboy poem About the last man walking in stoic dignity along the dead shore Of the last sea, alone, alone, alone, remembering all His racial past. But now I don't think so. They'll die faceless in flocks, And the earth flourish long after mankind is out.