Books by Whitman
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AMONG THE MULTITUDE.
AMONG the men and women, the multitude,|
|I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine|
|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|
Ah, lover and perfect equal!|
|I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint|
|And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the|
like in you.