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, 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 the silent, lifting mind,
I've trod the high untrespassed
sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched
the face of God.