Love and Friendship


A Shropshire Lad - XXIX - The Lent Lily
Wild Roses, Vincent van Gogh

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.

Love and Friendship was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Tue, May 07, 2024

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