Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem I Shall Not Care of poet Sara Teasdale

I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April 
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, 
Though you shall 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.