Requiem

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig a grave and let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly die,
   And 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.


Related Reading: R.L.S. by Alfred Edward Housman