This sentiment is corroborated later on in “The Burial of the Dead,” as the narrator, Marie, says, “I could not / Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither / Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, / Looking into the heart of light, the silence” (Eliot, 38-41). Here, elements of loss and desolation are almost tangible, as readers are given a glimpse into the sad confusion of their narrator.