|
High Flight by John Gillespie
Magee, Jr.
Oh, I have slipped the surely
bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered
wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined
the tumbling mirth
Of sunsplit 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 wind-swept 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.
|
