Poetry Poems The First Day: Christina Rossetti - WEBCAM CHAT, Love Meetings 
| The First Day: Christina Rossetti |
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| Written by Christina Rossetti | |
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The First Day by Christina Rossetti 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! |
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