TIME OF ROSES

by: Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

      T was not in the Winter
      Our loving lot was cast;
      It was the time of roses--
      We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
       
      That churlish season never frown'd
      On early lovers yet:
      O no--the world was newly crown'd
      With flowers when first we met!
       
      'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
      But still you held me fast;
      It was the time of roses--
      We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

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