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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'.
 
Regards,
 
CR      
 


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