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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 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! 第一日 克里斯蒂娜罗塞蒂 愿我能铭记你我邂逅的 第一日，第一时，第一刻， 它或是灿烂如夏 或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此说。 只因我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕迹， 只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知， 只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树 过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。 多希望我能记住它， | 
