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!