O you who I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing with me.
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing with me.
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come, Walt Whitman