I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above
Those I fight, I do not hate, those I guard I do not love
And if you’re looking for a war, boy you’ve found it
And if you’re looking for a fight, boy you’ve got one now
And has this impulse of delight been driven from your head by
All you’ve seen and done?
Nor Law nor duty bade you fight
(I balanced all brought all to mind)
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds
(I balanced all brought all to mind)
A lonely impulse of delight, brought to this tumult in the clouds
The years to come seem waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind