O YOU whom 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 within me.
Walt Whitman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-you-whom-i-often-and-silently-come/
