AMONG THE MULTITUDE

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 my divine 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.