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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