Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-slivered wings. 

Sunward I have 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