Daily Poem

Due to popular demand, we are going to put a poem up on the blog every day, rain or shine. To kick things off properly, we have Walt Whitman:

Among the Multitude

Walt Whitman
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.