Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du?
This is a direct quote from the beginning of Wagner's opera, Tristan und Isolde: a sailor's song, singing about the wind blowing fresh towards home and asking an Irish girl where she was lingering. This song is performed at the beginning of the story, before the fateful encounter of Tristan and Isolde, the couple's passionate and consuming love affair. Eliot places the quote right after the memory of the hyacinth garden which follows. It's a scene full of romance and eroticism and, interestingly enough, one which ends not in consummation but in the speaker's utter silence and paralysis ("I knew nothing... the silence"). The Wagner quotation sets up an expectation of grand romantic union that the poem's own scene refuses to deliver. It's the same technique as the "Shakespeherian Rag" moment later; high art quoted directly, then undercut by what actually happens around it. Here the gap isn't ironic so much as devastating: real operatic passion promised, and then only emptiness delivered in its place.