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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
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