Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)
Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 43. To S. R. Crockett
(On receiving a Dedication)
BLOWS the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying,
My heart remembers how!
Grey recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places,
Standing stones on the vacant wine-red moor,
Hills of sheep, and the howes of the silent vanished races,
And winds, austere and pure:
Be it granted me to behold you again in dying,
Hills of home! and to hear again the call;
Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peewees crying,
And hear no more at all.
Vailima.
Robert Louis Stevenson’s other poems:
- Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
- About the Sheltered Garden Ground
- De Ligurra
- Voluntary
- The Mirror Speaks
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