There is no danger in it; none at all.
The feeling is ecstatic, high up there
Breathing the almost incandescent air;
Compared to that, all other pleasures pall.
Listen to the breezes, hear them call
And ask you to soar with them everywhere!
The only limit will be what you dare;
There is a heaven even in the fall.
For danger might imply a tragedy,
And even as I tumble from the sky
I cannot help but laugh. Why should it be
A terror to descend? For me, to fly
Was better than a life, and though the sea
Should cover me, I'll smile as I die.
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