The Last Invocation

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXX. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH - by 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.)

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXX. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by Walt Whitman
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