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.