Ah, lover and perfect equal

Among the Multitude

by Walt Whitman

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.

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