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?