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 the holly's sheen, That when December blights thy brow He still may leave thy garland green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN WOODS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO HESTER ON THE STAIR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |