Those are pearls that were his eyes.
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”
126. Cf. Part I, 37, 48.
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, 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.
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Line 125 is from The Tempest and an echo of an earlier line. See the note from line 48 for context.