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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

II. After Revisiting Cambridge after a Long Absence

Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (1809–1885)

I HAVE a debt of my heart’s own to thee,

School of my soul, old lime and cloister shade,

Which I, strange creditor, should grieve to see

Fully acquitted and exactly paid.

The first ripe taste of manhood’s best delights,

Knowledge imbibed, while mind and heart agree,

In sweet belated talk on winter nights,

With friends whom growing time keeps dear to me,—

Such things I owe thee, and not only these:

I owe thee the far beaconing memories

Of the young dead, who, having crossed the tide

Of life where it was narrow, deep, and clear,

Now cast their brightness from the further side

On the dark-flowing hours I breast in fear.