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