Nature
The Last Cloud
From Some Verses (1898)
Nature
A red rose cloud upon the evening sky,
A gallant cloud which dies in foremost fight,
Too proud for prisons of triumphant night.
Knowing no pause, no strain of changing years,
Its little hour too short for dreams or tears,
The faithful sun its first and latest light--
Who would not so be glad to fight and die!
A red rose cloud upon the evening sky.
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MLA
Whitney, Helen Hay. “The Last Cloud.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/47/.
Chicago
Whitney, Helen Hay. “The Last Cloud.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/47/.
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