A nice poem by a Chinese English-American who flew for the Canadians in Britain

I was looking at the AT-6 post of a few days ago and for some reason remembered a poem that I had seen off and on during my years with the Air Force. There aren't too many poems I've ever read from beginning to end. But this one, I always did.

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-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 wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever 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.

Go here to learn about the interesting young man who wrote it.