The Last Invocation
by Walt Whitman

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.)