A long lean cloud, like a greyhound.
Chases a fading sun;
The plain turns black, and the wave turns gold,
Then dark, and the day is done.
You can read the rest of the poem in Mespotamia, by James Griffyth Fairfax, John Murray, 1919
A long lean cloud, like a greyhound.
Chases a fading sun;
The plain turns black, and the wave turns gold,
Then dark, and the day is done.
You can read the rest of the poem in Mespotamia, by James Griffyth Fairfax, John Murray, 1919