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HAREBELL But leagues of travel stretched between

Me and that idyl played so rarely:

And then—his death! nor had I seen

"The Man o' Airlie."

My failure; not the actor's, loved

By all to art and nature loyal;

Not his, whom Harebell's passion proved

Of the blood royal.

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