Bed In Summer

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?