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 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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