摘要
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.Ifs 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.
