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. 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 ease and grace, where never lark, or even 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.