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"Love and Friendship", by Emily Bronte
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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 the 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 the holly's sheen,:: That when December blights thy brow:: He may still leave thy garland green. :: :: ::