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
Its 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 trace less as the thaw of bygone snow

Its seems 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