An Irish Airman Forsees His Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFGFGHIHI

I know that I shall meet my fateA
Somewhere among the clouds aboveB
Those that I fight I do not hateA
Those that I guard I do not loveB
My county is Kiltartan CrossC
My countrymen Kiltartan's poorD
No likely end could bring them lossC
Or leave them happier than beforeE
Nor law nor duty bade me fightF
Nor public men nor cheering crowdsG
A lonely impulse of delightF
Drove to this tumult in the cloudsG
I balanced all brought all to mindH
The years to come seemed waste of breathI
A waste of breath the years behindH
In balance with this life this deathI

William Butler Yeats



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