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 ope the doors, O Soul!

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