High Flight
Oh, I have slipped
the surly bonds of earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered
wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things you have
not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung high in
the sunlit silence.
Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. |
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Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace where never lark, or even eagle flew. |
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John MaGee