To Love Thee Year By Year


To love thee Year by Year—
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease—
However, dear,
Forever might be short, I thought to show—
And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.

by Emily Dickinson

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She seems afraid of loving. Did she give up or did she contiue to love. She is complicated to understand. - To love the year by year - May less appear. It kind of makes you wonder if she is questioning love and the person whom she loves.