Leaves of Grass (1891-92)

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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 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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