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.
High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Godspeed to you all
Last Updated (sadly) on 01 February 2003 by StarWanderer
Background image: Columbia's liftoff on its maiden flight 12 April 1981