Monday mood (3)

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?

Robert Louis-Stevenson, "Bed in Summer".