Going to bed...

Millicent Sowerby
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'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?


'A Child's Garden of Verses'
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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'Bed in Summer'
Illustrated by Myrtle Sheldon

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'Bed in Summer'
by Jessie Wilcox Smith
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'Escape at Bed Time'

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.

They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.


'A Child's Garden of Verses'
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Millicent Sowerby
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by Jessie Wilcox Smith
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by Myrtle Sheldon
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