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 bad you go,
It was the time of roses—
We pluck’d them as we pass’d!

-Thomas Hood