Or may-be one who is puzzled at me. As if I were not puzzled at myself! - 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.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.