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; 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.)