Bed in Summer.

Created by Mary Ann one year ago
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?
 
By Robert Louis Stevenson.