Up, up the long, delirious burning blue 347/365

                                               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 wind-swept heights with easy grace
                                               Where never lark, or ever 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
                                                                                                   John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

As I winged my way eastward my thoughts and my view from my camera reminded me of this wonderful poem.

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