In winter I get up at night <br />And dress by yellow candle-light. <br />In summer quite the other way, <br />I have to go to bed by day. <br /> <br />I have to go to bed and see <br />The birds still hopping on the tree, <br />Or hear the grown-up people's feet <br />Still going past me in the street. <br /> <br />And does it not seem hard to you, <br />When all the sky is clear and blue, <br />And I should like so much to play, <br />To have to go to bed by day?<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bed-in-summer/
