Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

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.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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