HIGH FLIGHT
Oh, I have slipped the surley 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 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 a lark, or even eagle flew And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sancity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.