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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  
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.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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