Bernhardi, Nietzsche, Treitschke, who discussed
Of the “Next War,” so wisely, they are thrust
Like foolish prophets forth, their words to scorn
Are scattered and their mouths are stopped with dust.
VI
With them the seed of warfare did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow.
And this is all the Harvest I have reaped:
“I came like thunder—and like wind I go!”
VII