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.
A collection of poems composed by Nobel Prize-winning writer T.S. Eliot between 1909 and 1935.
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