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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'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
That tears began to stud?
Oh, no—the world was newly crown'd
Still glowing to the last.—
It was the Time of Roses,—
That churlish season never frown'd
Our loving lot was cast;
But still you held me fast;
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.—
It was not in the Winter
And oped it to the dainty core,
We plucked them as we passed!
We plucked them as we pass'd!
You snatched a damask bud;
On early lovers yet:—
What else could peer thy glowing cheek,
With flowers when first we met!
And when I ask'd the like of Love,
It was the Time of Roses,—
It was the Time of Roses,—