| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Prediction | | By Morris Gilbert |
| | | IN some inimical starry night | |
| When the worthies are abed, | |
| Suddenly will come a flight | |
| Of baleful things about your head. | |
| These will not be simply bats | 5 |
| (These, imponderable as leaves), | |
| These will not be timid gnats— | |
| These will be audacious thieves: | |
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| Devils of the midnight’s action, | |
| Wrong ones of the twisted spheres, | 10 |
| A fluttering unholy faction | |
| Of Port Havoc mutineers. | |
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| In your spirit’s corridors | |
| There will, that night, be strange things: | |
| What were dances will be wars, | 15 |
| There will be vain imaginings— | |
| Slaughter and knavery and laughter, | |
| Sights to make a man afraid, | |
| Boozing, cajoling, boasts, and after | |
| (I need not say) you’ll be betrayed…. | 20 |
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| Since the story is so bitter | |
| The quaint world will find its proofs— | |
| What is left of you will flitter | |
| Like a grey cat on the roofs. | | | | |
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