Requiem

1887

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.

From Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson, via the English Wikisource transcription.

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