Robert Louis Stevenson on the Martyrs Graves

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 Homes 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 pee-weet crying,

And hear no more at all.

Linn’s Grave © Mark McKie and licensed for reuse.


~ by drmarkjardine on January 13, 2012.

2 Responses to “Robert Louis Stevenson on the Martyrs Graves”

  1. Thanks.

    Marie Marshall

  2. […] For more on Robert Louis Stevenson’s interest in the Covenanters, see the fabulous ‘Heathercat’ and his beautiful poem on the Covenanters’ graves, ‘To S. R. Crockett’. […]

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