Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds 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 most have only dreamed of-
wheeled and soared and swung
high in the sun-lit silence.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung my soul through footless halls of air.

Up,up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept 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!