“SENSE OF SOMETHING COMING: I am like a flag in the center of open space.I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must liveit through.while the things of the world still do not move:the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are fullof silence,the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.I leap out, and fall back,and throw myself out, and am absolutely alonein the great storm.”