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
You have not dreamed of -- wheeled
and soared and swung
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 easy grace
Where never lark, or 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.