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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 ne'er 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.
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