(43-44)
Bed In Summer
By Robert Louis Stevenson

In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other   43    ,
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?
【題組】43.Which word is the best for this poem?
(A) pray
(B) way
(C) joy
(D) city