Zeb, that's one of my favorite poems. Here it is in its entirety.
High Flight by John Magee
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 even 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.
The author of this poem was actually an American who enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force before the United States entered the war. He died in a mid-air collision between his Spitfire and a "friendly" trainer aircraft. He was just 19.
When I was a kid growing up in the '60s I'd stay up late just to see this when the local TV station signed off. Eventually, I memorized it.