Literature/Robert Louis Stevenson
Requiem
Robert Louis Stevenson, 1887
Robert Louis Stevenson's short poem written as his own epitaph.
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.