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.)