Oh i have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunwards I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds - and done a thousand things you have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence. Hovering 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 wind-awept heights with easy grace, Where never lark, or even eagle, flew; And, while with silet, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hands, and touched the face of god. --John magee.--

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