Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

That Last Invocation - Poem by Walt Whitman


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.) 10


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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