The Last Invocation
Ernst Bacon, Walt Whitman
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 ope the doors O soul
Tenderly–be not impatient
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh
Strong is your hold O love.)