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.

A lover and perfect equal,

I meant that you should discover me by so faint indirections

And when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.