Explore "Bed in Summer" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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?