A GLIMPSEBy Walt WhitmanA glimpse through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-roomaround the stove late of a winter night, and Iunremark’d seated in a corner,Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silentlyapproaching and seating himself near, that he may holdme by the hand,A long while amid the noises of coming and going, ofdrinking and oath and smutty jest,There we two, content, happy in being together,speaking little, perhaps not a word.

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