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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

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

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

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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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl…
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