From
Leaves of Grass, 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.