Poetry corner

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While we are all animated at the prospect of what patch 4.10 will bring us, and some are already trying to strech the envelope toward 4.11 and beyond, I thought I would share with you a verse penned by a Sptifire pilot who didn't make it.

Many of you will probably know it, but I make no apology for reminding you of it. For those to whom it's new. read on, and revel.


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 windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No. 412 Squadron, RCAF
Killed, 11 December 1941