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 wind-swept heights with easy grade,
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.

John Gallespie Magee Jr (1922-1941)

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