A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
CONTENTS
TO ALISON CUNNINGHAMvii
BED IN SUMMER
A THOUGHT
AT THE SEA-SIDE
YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
.........................
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?
TO ALISON CUNNINGHAMvii
BED IN SUMMER
A THOUGHT
AT THE SEA-SIDE
YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
.........................
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?
Literature & FictionPoetry
RELEASED2021
PUBLISHERIndependently published
LENGTH108
LANGUAGEENGLISH
A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
CONTENTS
TO ALISON CUNNINGHAMvii
BED IN SUMMER
A THOUGHT
AT THE SEA-SIDE
YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
.........................
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?
TO ALISON CUNNINGHAMvii
BED IN SUMMER
A THOUGHT
AT THE SEA-SIDE
YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
.........................
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?
Literature & FictionPoetry
RELEASED2021
PUBLISHERIndependently published
LENGTH108
LANGUAGEENGLISH