---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 17
number: 11
published: 1914-09
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Tell Her, O Passing Cloud", *Improvement Era* 17, no. 11 (September 1914): 1039.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera17011unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera17011unse
start_page: 1039
end_page: 1039
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-09)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera17011unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Tell Her, O Passing Cloud

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TELL HER, O PASSING CLOUD
O moonlit cloud that floats above the steeps,
 My heart is where thy distant shadows fall;
  These mountain crags are as a prison wall,
For their cold granite, love still from me keeps.
O summer wanderer in upper deeps,
  That vale ye cross by me most loved of all;
  Then tell me while I watch and on thee call,
If in thy shadows now my loved one sleeps.

Perhaps in drowsiness she gazed on thee,
  Ere her fair head she on the pillow laid;
Upon her lips was there no vow for me—
  For I this night a thousand vows have made?
Ah! where thy shadows fall I may not be,
  Yet tell her, passing cloud, what I have prayed.
                             Alfred Lambourne.