Bed in Summer
                         Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850-1894

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 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?

(S-R archive photo)

 

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