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