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 coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest, There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON A COWBOY'S HOPELESS LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |