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.