Well known, for good reason. If you are mourning, it helps to think of things this way.
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 the sea
And the hunter home from the hill.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)
I guess here’s what you might get if no-one seems good enough.
Incidentally, Sir Walter Scott is responsible for the modern meaning of the word ‘glamour’, thus removing from the word its original connection with enchantment and magic. Did you know ‘glamour’ comes from the word ‘grammar’? Would it have changed your attitude towards learning grammar in school, had you known?
Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.
“Tell me, thou bonny bird,
When shall I marry me?”—
“When six braw gentlemen
Kirkward shall carry ye.”
“Who makes the bridal bed,
Birdie, say truly?”—
“The gray-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly.
“The glowworm o’er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing,
‘Welcome, proud lady.'”
~ Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), from The Heart of Midlothian