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 foresee
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a may
If only now I could recall that touch
First touch of hand in hand!-did on I know