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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE FLANDERS NOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE DANGEROUS PASSING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |