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 open the doors O soul.
Tenderly–be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
