<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Coronation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the king's gate the subtle noon<br>Wove filmy yellow nets of sun;<br>Into the drowsy snare too soon<br>The guards fell one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the king's gate, unquestioned then,<br>A beggar went and laughed, 'This brings<br>Me chance, at last, to see if men<br>Fare better being kings.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king sat bowed beneath his crown,<br>Propping his face with listless hand;<br>Watching the hour-glass sifting down<br>Too slow its shining sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?'<br>The beggar turned, and pitying,<br>Replied, like one in dream, 'Of thee,<br>Nothing. I want the king.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uprose the king, and from his head<br>Shook off the crown, and threw it by.<br>'O man, thou must have known,' said he,<br>'A greater king than I.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through all the gates, unquestioned then,<br>Went king and beggar hand in hand.<br>Whispered the king, 'Shall I know when<br>Before <br>his<br>throne I stand?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste<br>Were wiping from the king's hot brow<br>The crimson lines the crown had traced.<br>'This is his presence now.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the king's gate, the crafty noon<br>Unwove its yellow nets of sun;<br>Out of their sleep in terror soon<br>The guards waked one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ho here! Ho There! Has no man seen<br>The king?' The cry ran to and fro;<br>Beggar and king, they laughed, I ween,<br>The laugh that free men know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the king's gate the moss grew gray;<br>The king came not. They called him dead;<br>And made his eldest son one day<br>Slave in his father's stead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Hunt+Jackson">Helen Hunt Jackson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407879" data-title="Coronation de Helen Hunt Jackson" data-description="At the king's gate the subtle noon Wove filmy yellow nets of sun; Into the drowsy snare too soon The guards fell one by one. Through the king's gate, unquestioned then, A beggar went and laughed, 'This brings Me chance, at last, to see if men Far..."></div> </div> </div>

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