In winter I get up at night / And dress by yellow candle-light.details

I remember being given a book as a child with this poem and always remembering the first two lines
I’ve been looking for a book with it in it for my wee boy so I could read to him
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Ever since my mom passed away 23 years ago, a day has not gone by where i haven’t quoted the first two lines of this poem in my head to myself. It’s all I knew. I’ved asked everyone but nobody knew of the poem from the first 2 lines.It finally occured to me to Google it and what do you know. As a child my mom recited this poem to me every night going back 52 years. Every child should hear it. I’ll always love & cherish it.

I’ve loved this poem for over 42 years. I recite it to people all the time! On a whim I googled it and was amazed that I only had one word wrong – “strange” instead of hard. I still see grownup feet still passing by me in the street. I didn’t realize this was written by R.L. Stevenson, whom I’ve always loved to read.

Don’t have a web page or the advanced technical expertise that you appear to have – I favour more towards art and literature but find the web a handy tool for lots of info. I remember reciting this poem when I took part in a local schools concert in Wardown Park, Luton, when I was 7 yrs old (1950). I thought of it recently when my 3yr old grandaughter complained about having to go to be when “it’s still morning”.

Thank you for posting this, but there is a small error in your notes. Please notice that, according to the poem, “In winter I get up by night/And dress by yellow candle light.” Therefore the child in the illustration is dressing, not “starting to undress” as you suggest.

I had to memorize and recite this poem in front of my second grade class at Tenacre Country Day School in Wellesley, MA.
I still remember it 40 years later! Sigh...

In fact, this poem isn’t about a child going to bed in summer – it’s about death, which always comes too soon, when "all the sky is clear and blue" and we would like so much to go on living.

My mother taught me this poem about 70  years ago. I taught to my children, grandchildren and to many children. It is strange to see the words written. I never knew who the poet was. I love this poem.