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!
.....Big tiger....