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·羅塞蒂
    愿我能銘記你我邂逅的
    第一日，第一時，第一刻，
    它或是燦爛如夏
    或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此說。
    只因我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕跡，
    只因我茫然無知，不曾留意亦未能預知，
    只因我不以為然，未曾看到小樹
    過去了一個又一個五月，花兒都沒有綻放。
    多希望我能記住它，
    那時光中的一日！我卻放任它
    如融雪般全然消逝；
    它現(xiàn)在看似無足輕重，其實當時意味深長；
    多希望我能重溫那感覺，
    第一次牽手的感覺—可我那時不懂?。?BR>