“Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor 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.” MindLongHandsFacesEasySpaceSilenceGraceWindBlueSilentBurningHeightTouchedEaglesLiftingFlewSanctityLarksDeliriousSurly Author:John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
“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.” DoneEarthSilenceSunAirSkyMilitaryWindLaughterHundredWingsCloudsRingsCraftsHallsSplitsShoutingAir ForceMirthTumblingSurlyMilitary AviationFlying High Author:John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
