Here you will find the Poem Nocturne of poet Dorothy Parker
Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying), Now it is part of the golden past (Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing); It is but cowardice to pretend. Cover with ashes our love's cold crater- Always I've known that it had to end Sooner or later. Always I knew it would come like this (Pattering rain, and the grasses springing), Sweeter to you is a new love's kiss (Flickering sunshine, and young birds singing). Gone are the raptures that once we knew, Now you are finding a new joy greater- Well, I'll be doing the same thing, too, Sooner or later.