O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be <br /> with you; <br /> As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with <br /> you, <br /> Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is <br /> playing within me.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-you-whom-i-often-and-silently-come/
