High Flight
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Oh! I have
slipped the surly bonds of earth |
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And danced the
skies on laughter-silvered wings; |
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Sunward I've
climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth |
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Of sun-split
clouds - and done a hundred things |
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You have not
dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung |
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High in the sunlit
silence. Hov'ring there, |
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I've chased the
shouting wind along, and flung |
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My eager craft
through footless halls of air. |
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Up, up the long,
delirious, burning blue |
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I've topped the
wind-swept heights with easy grace |
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Where never lark,
or even eagle flew |
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And, while with
silent lifting mind I've trod |
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The high untrespassed
sanctity of space, |
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Put out my hand
and touched the face of God. |
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John Gillespie
Magee, Jr. |