Tuesday, August 3, 2010

"Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear"

Only--but this is rare--
When a beloved 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.
A man becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.

From "The Buried Life" by Matthew Arnold

The Lovers, John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893)

1 comment:

Alyssa said...

Wow. Go Matthew Arnold. Who knew?