Love and Friendship

Love and Friendship

by Emily Bronte 

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? 

The 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

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