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.
I love this poem about LOVE. Great poem by Emily Brönte
A most attractive poem beautifully worded. Amazing poem by the Classic great English poetess Emily Brónte 5 Stars fullest
The affection of lovers are inconsistent, while the support received from true friends are very useful in times of need? I believe they both are pretty shallow and meaningless.
MY DISAPPOINTMENT IS IMMEASURABLE, AND FRANKLY, MY DAY IS RUINED.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some relationships are memorable like this, thanks poet