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 faint indirections, // And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you. // // Walt Whitman #poetry