For we were young and we had wings
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High flight


Oh, I have slipped the surly bond 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 chased the shouting wind along and flung
my eager craft through footless halls of air

Up, up the long delicious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, nor 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

Written by John Gillespie Magee