HIGH FLIGHT
Solo 1: 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—
All: Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Solo 1:
I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
All: Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
He’s topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
Solo 1: 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.