Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Bed in 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 so much like to play
To have to go to bed by day?