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.