I happened to come across this poem by Emily Bronte and I’m really glad I did. For years now, I’ve had an inexplicable aversion to the Bronte sisters. It’s baseless and another of those silly things about me where I have difficulty exploring things outside my comfort zone. So this year I’ve decided that come what may I will bring myself to read Wuthering Heights.
Until I found this poem I’d been looking with dread to the day I began reading Wuthering Heights. This charming poem has made me eager to explore more of Emily Bronte’s writings.
Love and Friendship
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 garden green.