Love And Friendship : Emily Bronze : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :

Love and Friendshipby Emily Brontë Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree —The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut 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 againAnd who will call the wild-briar fair?Then scorn the silly rose-wreath nowAndContinue reading “Love And Friendship : Emily Bronze : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”

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