Walt Whitman - A Glimpse

Lyrics
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
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Credits
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- Walt Whitman