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 mrth
Of
sun-split clouds- and done a hundred things
You
have not dreamed of-wheeled snd 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 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.