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 sun‑lit silence. Hovering 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 nor 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.

John Gillespie Magee