Here's a common strain that seems to define the three fragments
-- Marie's, the Hyacinth girl's, and Tristan/Isolde's -- and weave
them into one thread :
"that was the beginning of my love"
and the end too (?) if first love ever knows one.
"Footfalls echo in the memory..."
Incidentally, I got the lead from William Wordsworth's The Borderers:
Till all the band of playmates wept together;
And that was the beginning of my love.
Well, "things throw light on things, / And all the stones have wings",
wrote Theodore Roethke in his poem, 'The Small'.

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