BED IN SUMMER, by Robert Louis Stevenson.

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?

-Hope