Anon02/03/26, 05:28No.4016406
>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.