Saturday in CinCity

Bed in Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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?

please note: photo by Amy Frazier


  1. I love this piece. Long summer days always seem to catch me by surprise.

  2. I have never been able to go to bed when it's still daylight. I miss it so much in winter that I can't waste a bit of it in summer.

  3. Was quite surprised and pleased to see this poem by Stevenson, which I'd never come across... a pleasure. This caught my eye because I just finished reading Stevenson's Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes... a marvellous tale of a voyage in south central France, accompanied by an ass named Modestine... if you can find it, it's a wonderful read, short and sweet !


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