I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming and must live it through.
While the creatures of the world beneath still do not move 
     in their sleep:
The doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full of silence,
The windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am as troubled as he sea,
And spread myself out, and fall into myself
And throw myself out am absolutely alone
In the great storm.