GARDEN OF VERSES
I
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? |
II
A THOUGHT
| It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place. |