May hear it in as kind a voice

As made my childish days rejoice!

R. L. S.

3

3

A CHILD’S

GARDEN OF VERSES

I

BED IN SUMMER

In winter I get up at night

In

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,

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