Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. <br />Come, my friend, and remember <br /> that the rich have butlers and no friends, <br />And we have friends and no butlers. <br />Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried. <br /> <br />Dawn enters with little feet <br /> like a gilded Pavlova <br />And I am near my desire. <br />Nor has life in it aught better <br />Than this hour of clear coolness <br /> the hour of waking together.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garrett/
