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?
— Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 – 1894
This is one of the poems I memorized as a young school girl. Do kids still memorize poems today? I loved them all – The Raggedy Man, I Hear America Singing, Fog, The Duel, Hiawatha’s Childhood…makes me nostalgic to think about those long ago, simpler days!