NOW when the number of my years <br />Is all fulfilled, and I <br />From sedentary life <br />Shall rouse me up to die, <br />Bury me low and let me lie <br />Under the wide and starry sky. <br />Joying to live, I joyed to die, <br />Bury me low and let me lie. <br /> <br />Clear was my soul, my deeds were free, <br />Honour was called my name, <br />I fell not back from fear <br />Nor followed after fame. <br />Bury me low and let me lie <br />Under the wide and starry sky. <br />Joying to live, I joyed to die, <br />Bury me low and let me lie. <br /> <br />Bury me low in valleys green <br />And where the milder breeze <br />Blows fresh along the stream, <br />Sings roundly in the trees - <br />Bury me low and let me lie <br />Under the wide and starry sky. <br />Joying to live, I joyed to die, <br />Bury me low and let me lie.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-when-the-number-of-my-years/