famous poetry

stay no more
friend, whose smile has come to be
in the sphere
babylon-where i go dreaming
passing through huddled and ugly walls
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the air is like a butterfly
in your arms was still delight
and how could you dream of meeting
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
for then without
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel