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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.)