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 to forsee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.          

            - The First Day

            Christina Rossetti