Summer

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 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?

{found in my copy of "A Child's Garden of Verses" Copyright, 1929 Illustration by Eulalie}