The Little Passion: From “An Agony in the Garret” T.S. Eliot

Upon those stifling August nights
I know he used to walk the streets
Now following the lines of lights
Or diving into dark retreats

Or following the lines of lights  
And knowing well to what they lead:
To one inevitable cross
Whereon our souls are pinned, and bleed.

Of those ideas in his head
Which found me always interested
Though they were seldom well digested—
I recollect one thing he said
After those hours of streets and streets 
That spun around him like a wheel
He finally remarked: “I feel
As if I’d been a long time dead.”

Upon those stifling August nights
I know he used to walk the streets
Now diving into dark retreats—
Or following the lines of lights

Or following the lines of lights,
And knowing well to what they lead
To some inevitable cross
Whereon our souls are spread, and bleed.