I caught, for a second, across the crowd–
Just for a second, and barely that–
A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed,
Hid in the shade of a slouch-rim’d hat–
With small gray eyes, of a look as keen
As the long, sharp nose that grew between.
And I said: ‘Tis a sketch of Nature’s own,
Drawn i’ the dark o’ the moon, I swear,
On a tatter of Fate that the winds have blown
Hither and thither and everywhere–
With its keen little sinister eyes of gray,
And nose like the beak of a bird of prey!
(James Whitcomb Riley)
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