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.

And all their lives, like that, they'll have to rush Forwards in reverse, always holding their caps.

-Dunn, Douglas Eaglesham
  'Glasgow Schoolboys, Running Backwards'.

As we rush, as we rush in the train, The trees and the houses go wheeling back, But the starry heavens above that plain Come flying on our track.

-Thomson,James pseudonym 'BV',ByssheVanolis
^5  'Sunday at Hampstead', stanza10.