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When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; / When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; / Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way / Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, / The hyssop-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kidron stream:
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you, / That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew, / Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.