The Small Hours
NO more my little song comes back;
And now of nights I lay
My head on down, to watch the black
And wait the unfailing gray.
Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow;
And sad’s a song that’s dumb
And sad it is to lie and know
Another dawn will come.
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.