Sunward I’ve climbed and jointed 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 never lark or 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.
