High Flight

by

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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 windswept heights with easy 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.