Analysis of Time of Roses

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!