“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.Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting wind alongand flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
“Up, up the long delirious burning blueI’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,where never lark, or even eagle, flew;and, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trodthe high untrespassed sanctity of space,put out my hand and touched the face of God.”
“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.Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting wind alongand flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
“Up, up the long delirious burning blueI’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,where never lark, or even eagle, flew;and, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trodthe high untrespassed sanctity of space,put out my hand and touched the face of God.”
High FlightBy John Gillespie Magee, Jr.