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A Glimpse.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.


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 ap- 
 proaching, 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, speak-  
 ing little, perhaps not a word.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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