Monthly Recitation

Bed in Summer

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?

Note: Students will memorize one stanza a week, and will recite the poem in its entirety the week of August 28th.