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.
— T. S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Waste Land and Other Poems. (Harcourt, Brace and Co.; 1 edition August 4, 1955) Originally published 1922.