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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.

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