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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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