"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

Hovering there, I've chased the shouting wind along, through footless halls of air.

Up up the long delirious burning blue, I've topped the wing-swept heights with easy grace, where never lark or even eagle flew. 

And while on silent lifting mind I trod, the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God."

-John Gillespie Magee Jr.