𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐀

I wish I could remember that

first day,

First hour, first moment of your

meeting me, If bright or dim the season,

it might be Summer or Winter

for aught I can say;

So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom yet for many a May.

If only I could recollect it, such

A day of days! I let it come and go

As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

If only now I could recall that touch,

First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!

—From “I Wish I Could Remember That First Day,” by Christina Rossetti