Nora Criona

I have looked him round and looked him through,
Know everything that he will do.

In such a case, and such a case;
And when a frown comes on his face.

I dream of it, and when a smile
I trace its sources in a while.

He cannot do a thing but I
Peep to find the reason why;

For I love him; and I seek,
Every evening in the week;

To peep behind his frowning eye
With little query, little pry,

And make him, if a woman can,
Happier than any man.

—Yesterday he gripped her tight
And cut her throat—and serve her right!
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