Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

70. 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.