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High
Flight Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings
Sun ward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sunspot 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 windswept 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. © John G. Magee
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© 1999-2002
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