AT the last, tenderly, <br /> From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house, <br /> From the clasp of the knitted locks--from the keep of the well-closed <br /> doors, <br /> Let me be wafted. <br /> <br /> <br /> Let me glide noiselessly forth; <br /> With the key of softness unlock the locks--with a whisper, <br /> Set ope the doors, O Soul! <br /> <br /> <br /> Tenderly! be not impatient! <br /> (Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! <br /> Strong is your hold, O love.) 10<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-last-invocation/
