Time of Roses

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!

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!