Ocupation: Novelist
Life: November 13, 1850 - December 3, 1894
Birthday: November 13
Death: December 3
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?
topic: Summer, Spring, Winter, Candle Lights, Summer Days, Great Summer, Hopping, Hot Days, Hot Summer