A Glimpse

A glimpse through an interstice caught,

Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a barroom 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.