The Last Invocation

At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress’d house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks--from the keep
　　　of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.

Let me glide noiselessly forth; 5
With the key of softness unlock the locks--
　　　with a whisper,
Set ope the doors, O Soul!

Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love.) 10