Bed in Summer

Robert Louis Stevenson(1850–1894)

1885

IN winter I get up at nightAnd 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 seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people's feetStill 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?

De A Child's Garden of Verses de Robert Louis Stevenson, a partir de la transcripción de Wikisource en inglés.

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