| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIV. This Is Thy Hour
The last invocation | | By Walt Whitman (1819–1892) |
| | | 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. | |
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| Let me glide noiselessly forth; | 5 |
| With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper, | |
| Set ope the doors, O Soul! | |
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| Tenderly! be not impatient! | |
| (Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! | |
| Strong is your hold, O love.) | 10 | | | |
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