The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood

Ballad.

It was not in the Winter

Our loving lot was cast;

It was the Time of Roses —

We plucked them as we passed!

That churlish season never frown’d

On early lovers yet:—

Oh, 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. —

What else could peer thy glowing cheek,

That tears began to stud?

And when I ask’d the like of Love,

You snatched a damask bud;

And oped it to the dainty core,

Still glowing to the last. —

It was the Time of Roses —

We plucked them as we pass’d!

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