“I wish I could remember the firstday, / First hour, first moment of your meeting me; /If bright or dim the season, it might be / Summer orwinter for aught I can say. / So unrecorded did it slipaway, / So blind was I to see and to foresee, / Sodull to mark the budding of my tree / That would notblossom yet for many a May. / If only I couldrecollect it! Such / A day of days! I let it comeand go / As traceless as a thaw of bygone sno |
