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.'
Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. I've always loved these 3 lines..
I always felt that Bob could have sexed up the last line of his requiem by omitting 'the' before 'hunter, ie: .....'And hunter home from the hill'....
I wrote the poem 'Hunting A Snack: Snack Time', with the first line of my poem as a quotation tribute, to the last line of the poem 'Requiem', by Robert Louis Stevenson.
The poem is written on the side of his tomb. The number of times as a kid I straddle RLS tomb and sat in solitude looking down Mt. Vaea to Apia, across the lagoon, over the reef and out into the mighty Pacific Ocean.
so much in so few words, ... and you got to be 60 or 70 years old to appreciate it
My mother quoted this poem frequently when I was growing up. I just read it to her, now in her final hours of hospice care
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