"Only — but this is rare — When a belovèd hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is 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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"The Buried Life", st. 6 (1852)
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Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnold (24 December 1822 – 15 April 1888) was an English poet, essayist and cultural critic. He also pursued a career as an inspector of schools.
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