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 sunlight 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 wind I've trod

The high untrespassed sancity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God