"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.
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, 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."
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