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.)