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Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens

Dear Lord, receive my son, whose winning love

Dear love, for nothing less than thee

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Deep on the convent-roof the snows

Do you remember me? or are you proud?

Does the road wind uphill all the way?

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way

Downward through the evening twilight

Drink to me only with thine eyes

Drop, drop, slow tears

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