You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;	They called me the hyacinth girl.'	 —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,	 Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not	 Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither	 Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,	 Looking into the heart of light, the silence.	 Od' und leer das Meer.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Writings
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