That 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; With the key of softness unlock the locks--with a whisper, Set open the doors, O Soul! Tenderly! be not impatient! (Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! Strong is your hold, O love.)