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BED IN SUMMER
N winter I get up at night
winders by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed and see
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?
T is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.
AT THE SEA-SIDE
HEN I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
ALL night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,
So fine a show was never seen
At first they move a little slow,