Last Invocation The

 1
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. 

2
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper, 
Set ope the doors, O Soul! 

3
Tenderly! be not impatient! 
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! 
Strong is your hold, O love.)

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