Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

We watched a film, "They were Expendable," this evening. In the course of the film, this poem was quoted:

Requiem

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.

I always loved RLS. I first read his children's poems when I was a little girl.

He was sickly all his life, but never let his poor health stop him from doing anything he wanted to do. "[S]ick and well, I have had a splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little ... take it all over, I would hardly change with any man of my time."

He died at the age of 44.