Monday, November 07, 2005
LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holy-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, scroon the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with holly's sheen,
That, when December blights the thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green....
Friendship like the holy-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, scroon the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with holly's sheen,
That, when December blights the thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green....
i'm what i'm always, don't you judge me so.