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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.) |