A Child’s Garden of Verses By Robert Louis Stevenson Illustrated by Mary Ann Dorr
Bed in Summer In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight 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
