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