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O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

by Walt Whitman, 1892

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.

Published in Leaves of Grass
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