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 not
T.S. Eliot, The Waste-Land, 1922.
“Hyacinths at Ventnor Botanic Garden 2” Editor5807, 2011.