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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!
Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Son
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