Onlyöbut this is rareö 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-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressedö 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.

-Arnold, Matthew
  Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems,'The Buried Life', l.77^87.

In the Philippines, there are lovely screens To protect you from the glare.

-Coward, Sir Noe«  l Peirce
  'Mad Dogs and Englishmen' (song).

Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the long glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the sunbeams dart through them.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Mont Blanc'.

Those are old patterns, faded and bleached in the glare of the pressing present moments in the story.

-Stuart, Francis
'Jacob: An Episode from aTheme Based upon the Biblical Story of Jacob, Laban andTwo Daughters'.