I know Robert Louis Stevenson only as a novelist and not a poet. This particular poem is called 'Requiem' and was apparently used as epitaph on his own tomb.
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.
What a nice little poem! 'Glad did I live and gladly die/And I laid me down with a will'. I can only hope that I can face the end with such composure. The ending phrases get me too. 'Home is the sailor, home from the sea,/And the hunter home from the hill'. I'm neither a hunter or a sailor, but those phrases strike at something.
I like it.