In winter I get up at night
and dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The bird 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)
3 comments:
I used to know that by heart. Thanks for bringing back the memories.
My favorite!!!
And does it not seem hard to you...when all the sky is clear and blue....
What cute poem!
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