2006 年 5 月 8 日  星期一     

      Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar,

Friendship ias like the holly-tree --

The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloooms

But which will bloom most constantly ?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in the 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 .

   By : Emily Bronte

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2006-05-08 02:32 AM