Love and Friendship Emily Bront? (1818-1848) 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 with4rsgold holly′s sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.*
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