Here you will find the Poem It Was Not In The Winter of poet Thomas Hood
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!