Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

Love And Friendship - Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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 contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil 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 may still leave thy garland green.


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  • Rookie - 198 Points Lakshmi S Bose (1/6/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Some relationships are memorable like this, thanks poet (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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