Lyrics
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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