Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Hood. 17981845651. 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 | 5 |
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; | 10 |
It was the time of roses— | |
We pluck’d them as we pass’d! |