Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "Requiem" as read by Shawn Lynch of Pronounced Poetry.

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."

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