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.