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 />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 />Tenderly! be not impatient! <br />(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! <br />Strong is your hold, O love!)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-imprisoned-soul/
