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I love the collection, but this is my favorite:
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?
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Lovely. Could you post the details of the book? I think it is Stevenson’s “A Child’s Garden of Verses,” but what publisher, year, and illustrator?
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Of course—
From A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson; illustrated by Charles Robinson, 1895. Via the LOC’s rare books collection.
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I like this very much. Sometimes strange dreams lead us in strange places.
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