Saturday, July 01, 2006

Bed In Summer.

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

1 comment:

e said...

one of my favorites from childhood. i think i memorized the entire Child's Garden of Verses.