Ezra Pound

          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.

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