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?
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?
Robert Louis Stevenson
2 comments:
Wonderful poem, and the picture of your girls is so sweet (fresh summer hair cuts!)
I was so exhausted the other night,I went to bed by day. I felt ridiculous at first, then slightly guilty. All of that finally gave way to a delicious sleepiness.
Thank you, I love this poem, we read it frequently this time of year. This summer they may just be old enough to stay up for fireflies!
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