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AMONG THE MULTITUDE.

1   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.

2   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.

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