Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845

 

Ballad (It was not in the winter)

by 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 frowned
On early lovers yet!
O, no -- the world was newly crowned
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 plucked them as we passed!

Source:

The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Copyright 1861
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company