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.)