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Ballad (Hood; "It was not in the Winter")

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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!

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.