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Here is a good one by WB Yeats
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
No law, nor duty bade me fight
no 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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