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 spring,
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 holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
The above poem can be found for example in:
Benson, Arthur C., ed. Brontë Poems.
New York: The Knickerbocker Press, 1915.
Mulford, Wendy, ed. Love Poems by Women.
New York: Fawcett Columbine, 1990.