Weir of Hermiston

Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

To My Wife

I saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir. Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow the keen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.
Take thou the writing: thine it is. For who Burnished the sword, blew on the drowsy coal, Held still the target higher, chary of praise And prodigal of counsel - who but thou? So now, in the end, if this the least be good, If any deed be done, if any fire Burn in the imperfect page, the praise be thine.


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Chicago: Robert Louis Stevenson, "To My Wife," Weir of Hermiston, ed. Macaulay, G. C. (George Campbell), 1852-1915 and trans. Curtin, Jeremiah, 1835-1906 in Weir of Hermiston Original Sources, accessed July 2, 2022,

MLA: Stevenson, Robert Louis. "To My Wife." Weir of Hermiston, edited by Macaulay, G. C. (George Campbell), 1852-1915, and translated by Curtin, Jeremiah, 1835-1906, in Weir of Hermiston, Original Sources. 2 Jul. 2022.

Harvard: Stevenson, RL, 'To My Wife' in Weir of Hermiston, ed. and trans. . cited in , Weir of Hermiston. Original Sources, retrieved 2 July 2022, from