The Small Hours
Read 'The Small Hours' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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