"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 notSpeak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
-from T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land