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The
voice
said
at
last
,
"
Since
you
express
no
preference
,
I
shall
select
a
poem
at
random
.
"
Quiet
music
rose
to
back
the
voice
.
"
Sara
Teasdale
.
As
I
recall
,
your
favorite
…
"
"
There
will
come
soft
rains
and
the
smell
of
the
ground
,
And
swallows
circling
with
their
shimmering
sound
;
And
frogs
in
the
pools
singing
at
night
,
And
wild
plum
trees
in
tremulous
white
;
Robins
will
wear
their
feathery
fire
,
Whistling
their
whims
on
a
low
fence
-
wire
;
And
not
one
will
know
of
the
war
,
not
one
Will
care
at
last
when
it
is
done
.
