25 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 like so much to play，

To have to go to bed by day？