No more my little song comes back; <br /> And now of nights I lay <br />My head on down, to watch the black <br /> And wait the unfailing gray. <br /> <br />Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow; <br /> And sad's a song that's dumb; <br />And sad it is to lie and know <br /> Another dawn will come.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-small-hours/
