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.