T h e L a s t I n v o c a t i o n
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of 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.)