famous poetry

i fill this cup
thoughts through my head
i am old and blind
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
when the wind works against us in the dark
gone before us
when i was broke in london
babylon-where i go dreaming
daughter, thou art come to die
beautiful, tragical faces
from song and dream for ever gone
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
one with you
with her hair flaying wildly