William Butler Yeats Walk Quotations

This melancholy London- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

No expectation fails there,No pleasing habit ends,No man grows old, no girl grows cold,But friends walk by friends.

No expectation fails there, No pleasing habit ends, No man grows old, no girl grows cold, But friends walk by friends.

All shuffle there; all cough in ink;All wear the carpet with their shoes;All think what other people think;All know the man their neighbour knows,Lord, what would they sayDid their Catullus walk that way?