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 | A Glimpse
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| 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 |
| 5 | 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. |
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