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 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.

by Emily Jane Brontë

Comments (6)

A love that bloomed releasing fragrance of youth and ending in a sad note at the death bed of mother has been penned nicely. Thanks for sharing.
Nice poem. I did not understand it at first. It’s about something lost (I think) . Like the reference of the lobby to the beauty of a king’s tomb—silent and dead but there is still a beauty about it.
so many stories stashed quickly into a single poem - tough to do convincingly - and Sharon pulls it off.
A beautifully conceived meaningful write full of emotional out-bursts. Congrats on modern Poem of the Day.
Playing jacks! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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