We Pulled a Rose in Summer Time

We pulled a rose in summer time
        Beside True Lover’s Gate,
Our lips sent up so sweet a chime,
        That twilight lingered late;

Now look how is the year grown old!—
        How leafless hedge and tree,—
’Tis said that even love grows cold,
        So here is rosemary.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 20, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.