God!...Once the lying spirit of a cause With maddening words dethrones the mind of men, They're past the reach of prayer. The eternal laws Hate them. Their eyes will not come clean again, But doom and strong delusion drive them then Without ruth, without rest…the iron laughter Of the immortal mouths goes hooting after.- Dymer, Canto IV, v. 29

It was no nightmare now with fiery stream Too horrible to last, able to blend Itself and all things in one hurrying dream; It was the waking world that will not end Because hearts break, that is not foe nor friend, Where sane and settled knowledge first appears Of work-day desolation, with no tears.- Dymer, Canto IV, v. 10

That music could have crumbled proud belief With doubt, or in the bosom of the sage Madden the heart that had outmastered grief, And flood with tears the eyes of frozen age And turn the young man's feet to pilgrimage - So sharp it was, so sure a path it found, Soulward with stabbing wounds of bitter sound.- Dymer, Canto I, v. 24