That one knows me!

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.

- Among the Multitude, by Walt Whitman -