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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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