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?



See:
Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses, London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1885, p. 3

Notes by Andrew Guild:
This poem was written by Robert Louis Stevenson, a Scottish poet and author; it was published in A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885).

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