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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, | | 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 men, nor cheering crowds, | | 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 | | In balance with this life, this death. |
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By PanEris
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