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?

Comments about Bed In Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson

  • (6/5/2018 7:46:00 AM)

    I love the part about hearing the grown-ups feet walking by outside. I can just picture that little kid. It makes me remember the feel of my summer pajamas and the fan in the window and the subway in the distance. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/28/2018 5:03:00 AM)

    The poem is not enough bad nor too good (Report) Reply

  • (1/15/2018 11:12:00 AM)

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  • (10/7/2006 4:23:00 PM)

    I remembered this poem from childhood and wanted to read it to my grandchildren.
    Thank you so much for making it available to me on the internet.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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