Poem of the Month #3

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.

                                                       High Flight (1941)
                                                 - John Gillespie Magee

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