The Last Invocation Ernst Bacon

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.)