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?
 

Poems by This Author

After Reading "Antony and Cleopatra" by Robert Louis Stevenson
As when the hunt by holt and field
Block City by Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Christmas at Sea by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand
Envoy by Robert Louis Stevenson
Go, little book, and wish to all
My House, I Say by Robert Louis Stevenson
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
Picture-books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes
Pirate Story by Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
The Celestial Surgeon by Robert Louis Stevenson
If I have faltered more or less
The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson
When the grass was closely mown,
The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
The Land of Story-books by Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit
The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson
I should like to rise and go
Underwoods: Epigram by Robert Louis Stevenson
Of all my verse, like not a single line
Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river
Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set
Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed


Further Reading

Poems for Summer
Tempest, Act V, Scene I [Where the bee sucks, there suck I]
by William Shakespeare
A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky
by Lewis Carroll
A Boy and His Dad
by Edgar Guest
A Green Crab's Shell
by Mark Doty
A Lesson for This Sunday
by Derek Walcott
A Path Between Houses
by Greg Rappleye
After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard
by Charles Wright
Aftermath
by Tony Connor
Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child
by Darcy Cummings
Anastasia & Sandman
by Larry Levis
And You Thought You Were the Only One
by Mark Bibbins
Arms
by Richard Tayson
August
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Back Yard
by Carl Sandburg
Daffy Duck In Hollywood
by John Ashbery
Fall Parties
by Becca Klaver
Fat Southern Men in Summer Suits
by Liam Rector
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July
by Billy Collins
For Once, Then, Something
by Robert Frost
Ground Swell
by Mark Jarman
I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I see the boys of summer
by Dylan Thomas
I, Up they soar
by Inger Christensen
Idyll
by Siegfried Sassoon
If You Get There Before I Do
by Dick Allen
In Summer
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In Summer Time
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the Mountains on a Summer Day
by Li Po
Jack
by Maxine Kumin
Jet
by Tony Hoagland
June Light
by Richard Wilbur
Let Birds
by Linda Gregg
Long Island Sound
by Emma Lazarus
Making the Bed
by Burt Kimmelman
Midsummer
by William Cullen Bryant
Mint
by Elaine Terranova
Miracles
by Walt Whitman
Muffin of Sunsets
by Elaine Equi
My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer
by Mark Strand
On 52nd Street
by Philip Levine
On Summer
by George Moses Horton
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket
by John Keats
Poem at Thirty
by Michael Ryan
Poem for Adlai Stevenson and Yellow Jackets
by David Young
Psychoanalysis: An Elegy
by Jack Spicer
Rhode Island
by William Meredith
Sally's Hair
by John Koethe
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
by William Shakespeare
Solstice
by Ellen Dudley
Sonnet 7 [The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings]
by Petrarch
South
by Jack Gilbert
Summer
by Amy Lowell
Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina
by Jack Gilbert
Summer Holiday
by Robinson Jeffers
Summer Images
by John Clare
Summer in the South
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Summer Night, Riverside
by Sara Teasdale
Summer Nights and Days
by Rachel Hadas
Summer Past
by John Gray
Summer Song
by William Carlos Williams
Summer Stars
by Carl Sandburg
Summer X-Rays
by Nina Cassian
Swimming in the Presence of Lurid Opposition
by Sawako Nakayasu
The Abduction
by Stanley Kunitz
The Family Photograph
by Vona Groarke
The Fishermen at Guasti Park
by Maurya Simon
The Fly
by William Blake
The Idea of Order at Key West
by Wallace Stevens
The Last Slow Days of Summer
by Phillip Lopate
The Magpie's Shadow
by Yvor Winters
The Philosopher in Florida
by C. Dale Young
The Summer House
by Tony Connor
The White Room
by Charles Simic
They'll spend the summer
by Joshua Beckman
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Three Songs at the End of Summer
by Jane Kenyon
Vacation
by Rita Dove
Vertumnal [excerpt]
by Stephen Yenser
Vespers
by Louise Glück
Warm Summer Sun
by Mark Twain
Wildflower
by Stanley Plumly