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High Flight
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 spilt clouds.--and done a hundred things
You have dreamed of--wheeled soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
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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 even eagle flew--
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
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