Requiem

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me die.
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.

by Robert Louis Stevenson
(written as his own epitaph and engraved on a tablet at his grave
on Mount Vaea in Samoa)