Only — but this is rare —When a belovèd hand is laid in ours,When, jaded with the rush and glareOf the interminable hours,Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,When our world-deafen'd earIs by the tones of a loved voice caress'd—A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
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Matthew Arnold was a 19th-century English poet and cultural critic. Matthew Arnold was an English poet and cultural critic. He was the son of Thomas Arnold, the headmaster of Rugby School, and brother of both Tom Arnold, literary professor, and William Delafield Arnold, novelist and colonial administrator. Read more on Wikipedia →