Iwish i could remember that 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 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
connotation: what is the poem’s figurative meaning? what is implied by the author in his or her writing? how do you know this?