luulane's new poem

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 to forsee,

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!

I Sing
by Emily  Dickinson

I sing to use the waiting

My bonnet but to tie,

And close the door unto my house

No more to do have I

?Till his best step approaching,

We journey to the day,

And tell each other how we sung

To keep the Dark away.