Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth <br />And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings. <br />Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth <br />Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things <br />You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung <br />High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, <br />I've chased the shouting wind along and flung <br />My eager craft through footless halls of air <br />Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue <br />I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace <br />Where never lark, or even eagle flew. <br />And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod <br />The high untrespassed sanctity of space, <br />Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.<br /><br />John Gillespie Magee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-flight-an-airman-s-ecstasy/
