BED IN SUMMER
Reading edition · Edition 7
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?
"So fine a show was never seen."
