"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 grace
Where
never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And,
while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The
high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put
out my hand, and touched the face of God."
—
John Gillespie Magee, Jr
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