Love and Friendship .

by khate   Mar 23, 2008


Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holy-tree--
The holy 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 lights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

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  • 16 years ago

    by khate

    Its a kind of tobacco pipe,..^_^

  • 16 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    This was utterly beautiful, a breathtakingly brilliant piece of poetry.
    So flawless and captivating, a piece that to me was perfect.

    Love always,
    Tara-Kay
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