Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Bed In Summer - Poem 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?


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    I remembered this poem from childhood and wanted to read it to my grandchildren.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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