A Glimpse.

A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,

Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter

night—And I

unremark’d seated in a corner;

Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near,

that

he

may hold me by the hand;

A long while, amid the noises of coming and going—of drinking and oath and smutty

jest,

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.



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