Love and Friendship - By Emily Bronte

Love is like the wild rose-briar, friendship like the holly tree

Love is like the wild rose-briar
Friendship like the holly tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck with thee the holly's sheen,
Then when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.


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