AMONG the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none elsenot parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I
am;
Some are baffledBut that one is notthat one knows me.
Ah, lover and perfect equal!
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.
Among the Multitude.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman