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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!