AMONG THE MULTITUDE

by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

      MONG the men and women the multitude,
      I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
      Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am,
      Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
      Ah lover and perfect equal,
      I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
      And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.

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