Robert Louis Stevenson

Poems featured on The Gladdest Thing


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 the sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.

— Robert Louis Stevenson