Nostalgia is a powerful feeling — it can drown out anything.
“My love is lovelier than the sprays
Of eglantine above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
No poppy in the May-glad mead
Would match her quivering lips’ red
If ‘gainst her lips it should be laid.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”