W.B. Yeats - "An Irish Airman Foresees his Death"
| I KNOW that I shall meet my fate | |
| Somewhere among the clouds above; | |
| Those that I fight I do not hate | |
| Those that I guard I do not love; | |
| My country is Kiltartan Cross, | 5 |
| My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, | |
| No likely end could bring them loss | |
| Or leave them happier than before. | |
| Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, | |
| Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, | 10 |
| A lonely impulse of delight | |
| Drove to this tumult in the clouds; | |
| I balanced all, brought all to mind, | |
| The years to come seemed waste of breath, | |
| A waste of breath the years behind | 15 |
| In balance with this life, this death. |
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