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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON LAMENT FOR OLD MEN by VERNE BRIGHT THE LITTLE FRIEND; WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE & SENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SOLDIER'S RETURN by ROBERT BURNS BY THE CAMP FIRE by ADA CAMBRIDGE |