LET us go then, you and I,        
When the evening is spread out against the sky        
Like a patient etherized upon a table;        
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,        
The muttering retreats                 
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels        
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:        
Streets that follow like a tedious argument        
Of insidious intent        
To lead you to an overwhelming question….                 
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"        
Let us go and make our visit.