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·罗塞蒂

愿我能铭记你我邂逅的

第一日，第一时，第一刻，

它或是灿烂如夏

或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此说。

只因我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕迹，

只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知，

只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树

过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。

多希望我能记住它，

那时光中的一日!我却放任它

如融雪般全然消逝;

它现在看似无足轻重，其实当时意味深长;

多希望我能重温那感觉，

第一次牵手的感觉—可我那时不懂啊!