High Flight - Breathing Space Blog
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 and long delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, listing mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
The only poem by American Lt. John Magee, 19, who served as a Canadian Air Force volunteer for 18 months before being killed in action over England in 1941.