Ruth Sears Bacon,1887
By John Singer Sargent
Bed In Summer
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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.
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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 on the street.
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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.
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'A Child's Garden of Verses'
By Robert Louis Stevenson
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