Time of Roses

Thomas Hood (English 1798-1845)

Oxford Book of English Verse


Poem

It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses–
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

The churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet;
O no–the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met!

'T'was 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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