Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
 
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 longed to be; 
Home is the sailor, home from sea, 
     And the hunter home from the hill.