Jan 17, 2018
Jun 8, 2017
IN winter I get up at nightAnd 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 seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people’s feetStill 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?
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894).