A GlimpseA glimpse through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stovelate of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching andseating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking andoath and smutty jest,There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,perhaps not a word.
A glimpse through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stovelate of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching andseating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking andoath and smutty jest,There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,perhaps not a word.