Love and Friendship

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 thee with the holly's sheen,
that when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

Emily Bronte

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