Quote#Remembrance
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet
Quote byArthur Symons · 1865–1945
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Old Women, st. 1..
English (original)
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow And solitary, through the city ways, And they alone remember those old days Men have forgotten.
— Arthur Symons
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