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 sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
About the poet |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
By the same poet |
Romance |
In the Highlands |
Related books |
Robert Louis Stevenson at amazon.co.uk |