Friday, September 2, 2016

Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson and Brian Wildsmith

Bed in Summer

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 clue, 
And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day? 

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