Bed in Summer

I'm so tired and I'm getting up very early tomorrow, but how can I go to bed when it's still so bright outside? It makes me recall this poem from my childhood:

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?

-Robert Louis Stevenson

On a completely unrelated note, I really liked this post from Brother Charles on asking one of his older confreres for a blessing.