Among the Multitude
Leaves of Grass (1882) — Calamus
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.