High Flight by John Gillespie
Magee
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.
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 untresspassed
sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched
the face of God.