Ezra Pound - The Garret

　　Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.

　　Come, my friend, and remember

　　 that the rich have butlers and no friends,

　　And we have friends and no butlers.

　　Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

　　Dawn enters with little feet

　　 like a gilded Pavlova

　　And I am near my desire.

　　Nor has life in it aught better

　　Than this hour of clear coolness

　　 the hour of waking together.