Vannie Writes

The soul of a poet. The spirit of a warrior.

 
*Bed In Summer
 
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?
 
~~ *Robert Louis Stevenson
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This lovely poem is a child's lament from a book in my personal library collection, p.7: A Child's Garden of Verses and Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson With Life of Robert Louis Stevenson by Alexander Harvey. Medallian Edition. NY, Current Literature Publishing Co. 1909.
 
Find information about Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (13 November 1850 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer. (Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Louis_Stevenson )
 
Visit the Robert Louis Stevenson web site
 

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