James Whitcomb Riley - A Rough SketchJames Whitcomb Riley - A Rough Sketch
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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!
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