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!
Time Of Roses
Thomas Hood
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Poem topics: never, winter, world, crown, fast, Season, early, time, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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