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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 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.