Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Likes 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"
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown
