Description
PLEASE CLICK "Learn more about this item" TO READ THE REST OF THE DESCRIPTION. A high quality print featuring the beautiful & melancholy poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" By Sara Teasdale. Black & white text on a moody woodland photographic background. Please scroll to the bottom of the description to read the full text. MEDIUM: Photographic Fine Art Print (UNFRAMED) SIZE: Please choose from drop down menu - Common print sizes are: 5x7, 8x10, 8.5x11, A4, 11x14, 12x16, 18x24 & 24x36. Custom sizing is available, please send a message before completing your purchase to check the price of your custom size. or send a message (Before purchase) if you need a custom size that is not listed. About your print: Printed professionally on high quality photographic paper (NOT cheap card stock!) with a luster finish (beautifully matte with a slight sheen), using archival inks that will last for years. It arrives carefully wrapped, unmatted & unframed. Please feel free to contact me should you have any questions regarding your order. This listing is for the print only, your item will be unframed. I ship from the UK & USA for faster delivery & cheaper (or even free!) postage Looking for a downloadable file? You can order it here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/825353685 SHIPPING UPGRADES: For most items, shipping upgrades are available at checkout. PLEASE NOTE: A shipping upgrade speeds up shipping, it does not speed up production. When in doubt, send me a message BEFORE ordering to ask if your order will arrive on time. Please see FAQ section for more details on shipping upgrades. - Thank you for reading the description! Use the code "DESCRIPTION15" to receive 15% off your order of unframed prints. - (War Time) There will come soft rains & the smell of the ground, & swallows circling with their shimmering sound; & frogs in the pools singing at night, & wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; & not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; & Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. There Will Come Soft Rains Poetry Print - Sara Teasdale Poem Wall Art Physical Without Frame
