this hour of clear coolness

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.
Ezra Pound, 'The Garret'

Photo: Untitled (1991) by Felix Gonzalez-Torres. As installed for The Museum of Modern Art, New York, in 24 locations throughout New York City. © The Felix Gonzalez-Torres Foundation.

Brought to mind thanks to this.