Bed in Summer--Stevenson and Gyo Fujikawa

(I know, I did this poem last summer. But just look at this picture. I had to put it up.)

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow Candlelight.

In summer quite the other way,

I have to go to sleep 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 see 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