Love and Friendship - Emily Bronte'

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.