Bed in Summer

INwinter get up at night Anddress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. Ihave 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. Anddoes 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 byday?