I wish I could remember the first day, <br />First hour, first moment of your meeting me; <br />If bright or dim the season, it might be <br />Summer or winter for aught I can say. <br />So unrecorded did it slip away, <br />So blind was I to see and to foresee, <br />So dull to mark the budding of my tree <br />That would not blossom yet for many a May. <br />If only I could recollect it! Such <br />A day of days! I let it come and go <br />As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow. <br />It seemed to mean so little, meant so much! <br />If only now I could recall that touch, <br />First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-day/
