Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 13, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Love and Friendship

by Emily Brontë (1818 – 1848).


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 the spring,                  5

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,                        10

That when December blights thy brow

He may still leave thy garland green.



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