Most likely passage for the test:
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-deafened ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed--
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
Context: Arnold argues that the true meaning of life is buried. That we will seek to uncover that meaning, but we will fail. The only way we can begin to discover this buried life is in the hands of a loved one. Our world-deafened ears -- from the crowded streets and in the din of strife -- make it hard for us to find this buried life. But when you hold in your hands a loved one, a spark can be lit that sends a bolt to your heart to feel again -- and you begin to find that ture, original course that has been buried by the modern world.