High Flight
  By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

  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.