Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
The last invocationWalt Whitman (18191892)
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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.
With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,
Set ope the doors, O Soul!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love.)