Sunward Iíve climbed, and joined the tumbling
mirth of sun-slit clouds--
and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of.
Wheeled and soared and swung,
high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there, Iíve chased the shouting wind
along, and flung my eager craft
through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
Iíve topped the windswept
heights with easy grace
where never lark or even eagle flew.
And, while the silent, lifting mind,
Iíve trod the high untrespassed
sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched
the face of God.