At the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful fortress'd
From the keep of the wellclosed doors, let me be wafted, let me be wafted.
Let me glide, 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.