In the poem, 'His Epitaph' Robert Louis Stevenson, in tune with WB Yeats, has written his own epitaph. Writing epitaph has been a traditional practice and it is still continuing. The meaning of Epitaph is 'on the gravestone' and often it is written by the people, on the gravestone of the deceased, for showing love and respect. Generally in the form of a short text honoring the deceased person, it usually discloses something outstanding about him. In this poem, Stevenson wrote his own epitaph, where he wishes to be written, 'Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill'. In this funeral poem, Stevenson further says that he is not unhappy of dying, rather he is happy that he is dying out of his will.
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.