HIGH FLIGHT
           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 & soared & 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 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 Gillespie Magee Jr.