Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The First Day

I wish I could remember the 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 forsee,
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!
~Christina Rossetti
~*::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*

2 comment(s):

Taylor-Tot said...

i cant read that right now, i'll read it 2morrow

Karl Halliday said...

That's good... interesting