The Walt Whitman Archive
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Books by Whitman
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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,
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,
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,
and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
perhaps not a word.