Bed in Summer

 

——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 grown-up people's feet

 

Still going past me in the street.

 

And does it 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?