Bed in Summer

 

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

 

 

 

 

 

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.

 

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

 

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day.

 

 

Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999)

 

 

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