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. Hovering
there,
I’ve
chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My
eager craft through the footless halls of air.
Up,
up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve
topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where
never lark, or eagle flew.
And,
while in silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The
high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put
out my hand, and touched the face of God.