Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON


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Last Line: Bury me low and let me lie
Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour
Subject(s): Mortality; Funerals


Now when the number of my years
Is all fulfilled, and I
From sedentary life
Shall rouse me up to die,
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.

Clear was my soul, my deeds were free,
Honour was called my name,
I fell not back from fear
Nor followed after fame.
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.

Bury me low in valleys green
And where the milder breeze
Blows fresh along the stream,
Sings roundly in the trees''"
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.





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