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,
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 may still leave thy garland green.
(Emily Bronte)

[Thanks to FreeFoto.com for the images]

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This great video was compiled by “hilberts.” The pictures are by the Dutch artist Rien Poortvliet (1932-1995) and the music is Toselli’s Serenata.



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