i wish 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?