It's the end of the world! Let's dance!

There Will Come Soft Rains

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.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone. 

--Sara Teasdale

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Some more poetry to dance to, on the last night of the world:

• A Song On the End of the World (Czeslaw Milosz)
• Fire and Ice (Robert Frost)
• The Hollow Men (T.S. Eliot)

Got other suggestions?  List 'em in the comments!