On the king's gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father's stead.


Coronation.

Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.