Here you will find the Poem Time of Roses of poet Thomas Hood
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 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; It was the time of roses? We pluck'd them as we pass'd!