It's only an office, high up from the street;
But here we draw nigh — the West Wind and I.
Below comes the beat and the scuffle of feet;
But here shines the sky — the infinite sky.

I move with the mobs, I am full of their cries,
I am full of their heat and the dust of the street;
Then sudden I rise to the infinite skies,
To the top of the world where earth and sky meet.

Thrust into the clouds I am one with the clouds,
I am one with their blowing and fiery glowing;
And freed of the shrouds of encompassing crowds,
I toil in the tides of their tireless flowing.