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??！