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!