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See my 'shadow' poem:  Poem of the Seasons


By Robert Louis Stevenson

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?