Love is like the wild rose-briar, <br />Friendship like the holly-tree -- <br />The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms <br />But which will bloom most contantly? <br />The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, <br />Its summer blossoms scent the air; <br />Yet wait till winter comes again <br />And who wil call the wild-briar fair? <br />Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now <br />And deck thee with the holly's sheen, <br />That when December blights thy brow <br />He may still leave thy garland green.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-friendship/
