Weather

Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,

  And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be—

  Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,

  With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.

  While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,

  From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.

  He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote

  On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote—

  For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:

  "Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."