Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on silken 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 body through footless halls of air... oh to fly
