A Glimpse

By Walt Whitman


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.

DayPoems Poem No. 1943
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1943.html">A Glimpse by Walt Whitman</a>

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