Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "Bed in Summer" as read by Shawn Lynch of Pronounced Poetry.
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?
