Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Time of Roses

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!

1. The Departure of Summer
2. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
3. Written in Keats' “Endymion”
4. The Poet's Portion
5. Ballad (She's up and gone, the graceless girl)

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