Robert Louis Stevenson, ‘Requiem’ (1890)
UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you ‘grave for me
Here he lies where he long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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