"Open thy gatesTo him, who weeping waits,And might come in,But that held back by sin.Let mercy beSo kind to set me free,And I will straightCome in, or force the gate."(R. Herrick in To Heaven)Poulseur (B)
"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."(Walt Whitman in The last invocation)Herstal (B)
“O when I shut my eyes in spring A choir of heaven’s swans I see, They sail on lakes of blue, and sing Or shelter in a willow tree: They sing of peace in hear and mind Such as on earth you may not find.”
