An Irish Airman Forsees His Death lyrics

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 country men 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, no 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.