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Over my desk in a dark office bending, / Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day; / But when the afternoon draws toward an ending, / Here waits my steel steed -- I mount, and away! / Like cobwebs of silver I see in the distance / The glint of bright wheels, I must follow and find. / What life in the air now! what zest in existence, / As faster and faster I race with the wind.
Down the smooth pavements, and out toward the heather -- / Ho! fellows, ho! I am coming you see!