It was not in the Winter br Our loving lot was cast; br It was the time of roses— br We pluck'd them as we pass'd! br br That churlish season never frown'd br On early lovers yet: br O no—the world was newly crown'd br With flowers when first we met! br br 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, br But still you held me fast; br It was the time of roses— br We pluck'd them as we pass'd!br br Thomas Hoodbr br