One fitting glimpse caught through an interstice
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
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
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