Walt Whitman: Poems

Walt Whitman: Among the Multitude

Among 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 my faint indirections;

And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.