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 open the doors O soul.
Tenderly--be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
More verses by Walt Whitman
- When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame
- Behold This Swarthy Face
- Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
- Sparkles From The Wheel
- Native Moments