| 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.
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| 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 untresspassed sanctity of space, |
| Put out my hand and touched the face of God |
