Explore "Some Verses: Poems: THE LAST CLOUD" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.