Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward Ive 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. Hovering there Ive chased the shouting wind along and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious burning blue Ive topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, where never lark, or even eagle, flew; and, while with silent, lifting mind Ive trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God. Portions Of This Lovely Poem Appear On The Headstones Of Many Interred In Arlington National Cemetery, Patricularly Aviators And Astronauts John Gillespie Magee
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 04:17:42 +0000
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