It was not in the Winter
Thomas Hood
1799 to 1845
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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It was the Time of Roses,—
But still you held me fast;
And when I ask'd the like of Love,
Oh, no—the world was newly crown'd
It was the Time of Roses,—
It was the Time of Roses,—
And oped it to the dainty core,
On early lovers yet:—
Our loving lot was cast;
That tears began to stud?
What else could peer thy glowing cheek,
It was not in the Winter
You snatched a damask bud;
That churlish season never frown'd
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.—
We plucked them as we pass'd!
'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
With flowers when first we met!
Still glowing to the last.—
We plucked them as we passed!