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."