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By Walt Whitman Submitted by Irish Date: 2004 Aug 04 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.04.03.36.23189]] |
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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. |