by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh, I have slipped the
surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tum-
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared
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
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
untresspassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand, and touched
the face of God.
AMC FORM 1641, SEP 94
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